Meenas PoemsThe nose has turned watery
the eyes are red in a glittery
the voice has become husky
could be due to an allergy
could be a preamble to an infection
know not what would occur in a defection
sit I with fingers crossed all the more
The motivation in a poise
the variation in a choice
the restoration of themes
the rejuvenation by dreams
the faith in a religion
the trust in a person
all go to make up a character
extraordinary as in a caricature.
No use crying over spilt milk
none the less no use to sulk
past is gone forever
wipe of remnants ever.
The days that are before
would be worth about a crore
with that in mind keep going
enchanted by the smooth sailing.
The retrospection is a solace never
the fever and fret remind you ever
could be a lesson to learn in ways
learning never ends being there always.
Not to be tied greatly to the past
either be it glory or ignominy in fast
forget the bygone in a quick stroke
otherwise you would be a broke.
Memory is short they say
could be a blessing in a way
nurturing an enmity and ill feel
could rip you in a steal.
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