A 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.
Meenas Poems 