May 6, 2015 – Meenas Poems

I am not ashamed of myself
I have not earned a single penny
I say this quite often to myself
as if it is a citation.

Money favours a few
I am not the one
as I always hunt for it
search with an effort.

Right from my twentieth year
money never stayed with me
it comes and goes
as often and in speed.

I am frugal and pennywise
do not call me pound foolish
as I have not seen a full pound
all the years in my life.

Having lived for a half century and ten
I still look for money everywhere
it trickles from nowhere all the time
I spend whatever I have at that time.

This is the way I have lived so far
happy with what little I have
joyous to do what I like
with none to intercept and overpower.

Does anyone like to live like me?
I see no hands up in acceptance
Oh ! no what a wish I propose
a hand to mouth existence in the goal.

I live in two places mainly
both very ancient and historical
one above the equator
the other just below the equator
where it is the sun always
shines through the days
no respite whatsoever
no other seasons more so ever
rains come and go in one place
it is torrid and hot
in the other they stay with me most
yet scorching and hot
I am destined to live I such places only
I long for a cool and moderate weather mightily.
I will not be fortunate to live in this life
perhaps if I have another life
no, I dare not think of another one
as this life has proved to be exasperating
well,, I have lived all through
only a few more years to go through
wish them they could be only days
as I do not want to live in a chase.

Ramblings

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