The thoughts ignite
the touch tickles
the words inspire
the experience teaches
the years roll by
with days and hours
not a great difference that makes 
as a baby becomes a toddler
a kid an adult
an adult turns a man
with the wisdom accumulated
that be the normal course
nothing new as it is
you might exclaim
I tell you all the more
natural it might appear
it has so many depths
and so many insights
that keeps us at bay
could I call them an intrigue
could we accept them as the course
with mishaps and accidents on the anvil
with debris and disaster on the premise
with a fall down and falter on the path
I know not what to say
I would keep away
I would be a spectator as well
a silent spectator on the stroll.
Meenas Poems 