It is a pack up again
with the few bags
partially empty
I take the cheapest flight
with the offer of most less luggage
I fear to carry loads
be it in life or travel
I prefer the minimum
my wants are very few
the bags with my attire
mine being orthodox and traditional
long sleeved plain blouses
and six-yard sarees
starched and ironed
basically, go with the cotton
little I wear anything silk
I travel through the world
with my sarees and bindi
my hair rolled up high 
mostly viewed by curious eyes
some with a strange belief
others with a relied assurance
well, I trot and walk
drag and pull around the world
more and more in flights
as I advance in my age
another strangeness in the go.
Meenas Poems 