Meenas PoemsI look back with joy
ten long years have gone
I am still on.
I came for a holiday
ten years have turned
all my days.
I purposefully came
ten years back to watch an event
now, I am a savant.
The turns and twists in my life
cannot be arranged in order
push me to a disorder.
I am a circumstantial prisoner
in and out I go and come
better if I had been dumb.
An array of beads
green, red and blue
yellow being the loveliest
a string of all
could be loved by all
wish to make one
just for fun.
It is a May morning
there is drizzle
the birds come out and go back
fear there could be more rain
a pleasant morning it seems
with a breeze all too cool
and the sun still in its slumber
a respite from the hot
of yesterdays
scorching and sweltering
could the birds have a premonition?
wonder so, wishing a cool day.
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