The mild thunder
the soft drizzle
the light breeze
give the day
a back up
The bird’s hum
The men”s talk
The animals shout
give the day
a start-up.
The rustle of leaves
the bustle of voices
the hustle of movements
give the day
a break up.
The still air
the dark night
the moon’s light
give the day
a close up.
That is the beginning
there be the ending
in a trial and error
day in and day out
goes the way out.
Meenas Poems 