Meenas PoemsA twig branches out —
at least two
maybe more
branching out —
twin twigs
maybe quints or more
A tuft
of happy
grass
hair down and blowin’
in the breeze – a tuft
of happy grass
life leaves
and the leaf
lands
life
less
leaf
fall
An early marriage
and three children within ten years
placed me in a status
when I had no time to stand and stare.
Imagine I studied for the
board examinations
four times.
Each time it was different boards
I managed to come out well
my own take was honours
one another with distinction
the other two with a first class.
My sons flew from the nest
Left to me,
I started to look at the mirror quite often.
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