Meenas PoemsA little while ago
a flood of phone calls
a stream of visitors
a deluge of work
a kind of storm in the house
though not in the real sense
unbearable and beyond
sat baffled for a moment 
hands on the head
dazed I was for a second
knew not what to do?
a run away could save
jumped out of the window
strode into the wilderness
a whiff of fresh air
struck the face
rejuvenation at last.
Forgetfulness has become my way.
I do everything with ease and control
compile the specifications in detail
arrange them in order with precision
ready be they for presentation
at the moment of delivery
likely I forget the core all the more
walk on to the dais with dignity
rummage through to find the documents
not to find them tin the file
go with an extempore address
all from the memory that resumes work
finally end up with an applause
what did I do ? i not remember
once again forgetfulness sets in.
