Contemplating on her utterance
found out there is no relevance
says she with a gusto irrational
her eyes emit a hostility invariable
the thought of her sends a feel
not one of admiration in deal
but of contempt on the whole
she spills out thoughts full
loaded with animosity entire
What for, I do not know?
Is it prejudice all the more?
Is it pride that makes her so?
Best, not to think about it
as she holds no merit.
—
Meenas Poems 