Meenas PoemsFolded hands is a sign of greeting
could be a symbol of prayer
both take us by a fleet
the greeting with a 
smile is a tweet
the prayer with a piety is bliss
give us a peace of mind in no ordinary terms
enough to sustain for the day, nay for a term
if practised in a routine with a kindness
could extend a tranquillity in a fullness.
It is a day eventful
to a point dutiful
a management change
year after year in a range
not that of a corporate transfer
that of a celestial fare
where the mighty not find a place
nor financials are seen in a case
it is a simple progression
faith in an impression
a direction solemn and sombre
perhaps from the omnipotent in sober
took place with aesthetics in chaste
in its own speed without haste
a changeover with divine grace
a switchover with a graceful
poise.
Days are nice
when they are warm
comfortable. and calm.
Days are nice
when they are cold
sleepy in a fold.
Days are nice
when they are sultry
humid and dreary.
Days are nice
when they are windy
airy and breezy.
Days are nice
when they are rainy
wet and marshy.
Days are nice
when they are still
sullen and sombre
it is very nice
days are always
alive in a way.
Meenas Poems 