Meenas PoemsHad been to different places
not in one stroke but in phases
love to see many more in future
but being a home loving creature
wish to be right back soon
otherwise I would swoon
the comfort of home being best
throws all other desires to rest
yet on and off the love to see places
spurts with a feel almost in cases
I undertake a short trip for the love
return as swift like the dove
run to lie down in my bed
on my soft pillow lies my head
crazy I seem to be in all
funny I would look before you all.
The winds are not strong
nor the clouds dark and overcast
the warmth has been for long
the rains have long been lost
the days without rain seem to be more
renders the land almost dry
the particular season has been in the fore
makes every other season shy
well that be the way of nature
bringing forth a merciless feature
rains too much and floods once
rains too less and droughts hence
be so the vagaries of the global warmth
leaving us helpless and stare at the hearth.
Writing for a while
with no special style
compiling them in a file
going through them a little after
kindles an emotion softer
that be the way I read my work
none in a manner to get hooked
a simple write of mine at the most
refreshes my thoughts utmost
a novel way to look back
think over the past in track.
