It is a dream of long
now comes in a song
the usual blue sky
the fresh waters in a way
with the landscape hilly and terrain
along with stretches of plains
took me for a while
then I changed my style
the art and artefacts
the architecture and replicates
wone me over all the more
made me cross the shore
a little after in a strange
I went out of range
the writings and the prompts
forced me to attempt
I indulged in writing prose for a time
as always something in me chimed
poesy held me in a sway
for the present I am at the poetic bay
dreaming to become a poet
not an ordinary one in quiet
but one who commands and demands
who is appreciated with a “wow ” and a stand
well, that is my dream as of now
would I fulfill it I am yet to know.
Meenas Poems 