Meenas Poemsa way in a kind
no more of a bind
nothing much of a blind
comes not from the hind
as one has to find
leave not the grind
the fear turns panic
the thought becomes static
the feel looks cryptic
would I transform into a lunatic?
nowhere could I see anything informative
that be the way the wind blows
not being one that in a flow
where every other thing glows
not any one lags slow
a consequence of gone with the wind
causes a sequence of din
being one of the chaotic kind.
Calls from friends
keep one in trends
erases the bends
traces the ends
a lovely talk on the front
emanates without a brunt
let alone the mad hunt
I do entertain those conversations
compelled to consider the inhibitions
I do them without any reservations
could be that in a total calculation
finally I go to the end
exchange with a send
not allow anything in a fend.
Walking with free hands
talking with free words
eating every day a free diet
living a carefree life
could be a blessing
not all are likely to get
those who are fortunate
do experience a lively strength
a bliss almost heavenly and divine.
Meenas Poems 