The eyes on the stars
Shreya speaks the unbelievable most often.
She soars high
flying on the wings of imagination most often.
Reaches, not the stars
however much she attempts most often
No sooner she falls flat
lies wriggling on the ground more often.
Shreya lives in a fool’s paradise
thinking of the unattainable more often.
She is a maniac.
An illness wraps her more often
Meenas Poems 