it is a sequel natural
no difference in factual
a flow in the river smooth
not in a way uncouth
with the tides rising high
then they slowly die
asymptomatic of the thoughts
that elude when sought
the heart carries a heavy load
could not hold it on board
a pour out is the course
I withhold them by force
they are ready to jump out
do they do so in a let out
my song would strike a theme
one of absolute dream
Meenas Poems 