Meenas PoemsIt is a few days back
I opened up a sack
saw something black
kept it on the rack
forgot about it in a slack.
Got to remember it by chance
saw it in a glance
d*mn, lost the balance
the feet gave out in a dance
fell head over heels in a trance
It was a silence
untold and unseen
people go about
with a nod and a smile
cars ply up and down
with no honking
the shops and malls are open
there is no noise
every activity takes place
all done in silence.
Like to know the place
It is Mississauga in the north
a suburb in Toronto
Seen so many places in a short while
each one not different in style
the wish to see more lingers
we go to lands with an eager
with a hope to find more and more
way of attractions and culture.
Lo!end up with nothing great
the perceptions are at any rate
the most similar in outlook
except for a few nooks
be that of the colour of the race
the languages spoken in a trace
the activities resemble one another
either it is in this pole or the other
the transformation is not so marked
the distinction never reaches the target
yet, I could not quell my thirst
as I undertake tours in jest
finally end up with a fatigue
that is me a quixotic critique
Meenas Poems 