A letter forwarded
came as a surprise
long back, I have read
a similar one of a type
the art of writing I know
calls for simplicity in a flow
where words are like flowers
soft and delicate in a course
this letter I read
had high strung words
not one was beautiful
all were rugged and incomprehensible
know not the writer would himself know
for a stupid is referred as a nincompoop
writes he, the descendants are in existence
none so far has departed, a redundancy
he writes like this from times long ago
thinks he is the best writer in terms
never would I vouch for him in terms.
Meenas Poems 