Meenas Poems
It was a cough
that was tough
made me uneasy
I felt dizzy
my eyes turned red
I stood baffled instead
how am I to get rid of it?
know not what to do in a bit
I almost broke down
instead of sobs cough came on
Oh! see my plight
it is not light.
The displeasure turns into anger
the anger becomes a hatred
the hatred blooms into terrorism
terrorism squanders all known and unknown.
Words have many meanings
go with the context
they have many dealings
go with the pretext
a simple word ‘brush’
could be a tooth brush
refer to all kinds of brushes
being in the literal part
on to the more serious one
could connote a knock
a light stroke and a graze
a brush with death
could imply a possibility of danger
well into death and then a recovery
a brush with law
a confrontation with legality
finally a retrieval
being so a simple word “brush”
could bewilder in a way
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