The rains play with me
so do the squirrels
as such both are up to pranks
they are mischievous and free
In the morning it was bright and sunny
I placed my carpets out in the open yard
the rains poured for a few minutes
I ran to save them in a manner funny.
Could be similar in the afternoon too
I lay on my bed looking through
the sun was cheerful and brilliant in tone
the rains poured and were torrential too.
The squirrel entered through the front door
I usually keep the door open all through
never did the squirrel made its way in
I have to firmly close the main door.
My dining room opens out to the garden
I watch the greenery around
the squirrel came through the entrance
the little one has become a burden.
The ways I am mocked through the day
seem not a few but too many
small incidents put me to task
well, life works out that way.
Meenas Poems 