It is a return all the more
back from the strange shore
well into the original land
the physique still a little away
the time very much in the sway
the mind not in the path
could feel a strike although
be that of a besiege in the flow
the one or the other in a swarm
play a dubious act in force
well, that is how it closes
snarls and sneers all around
fatigue overtakes in a bound
long to take off again in fear.
Meenas Poems 