Meenas PoemsA stream of reflections
keep me involved.
I study and evaluate like a cow
that bites and chews the cud.
I stare at the sky for a solace.
Instead, the firmament inspires
The nerves act cool. The body
emerges malleable. The mind reposes.
I renounce the inhibitions
calm down with the energetic waves.
The deprive, the shattered hopes
eligible for a plunge disappear.
No sooner I convert, this circumstance
I grow forward.
Have not met my classmates for long,
those who learned with me from grade 1.
We stayed through the school.
Joined the same college but
majored in different subjects.
Fifteen years, we, had been together.
Life drove us to diverse assignments.
We lost contact.
Delightful to see them.
Could discern a transformation
in posture and movement.
With peppery hair a
and a few missed teeth,
we identified each another.
A pleasant acquaintance it was.
Wish to re-establish the relations
at this mature age.
It is early in the morn
a flicker of flame in a seven-storeyed,
sets ablaze ” Chennai Silks.”
The fire picks up from the dock floor,
clambers up the primary, rages for a moment
touches the second. Climbs swiftly to the top.
The heat is unmanageable.
Firefighters strive in vain.
Swallows up the whole.
It lashes and leaps.
Surges with a violence. The smoke
suffocates. The structure gives way.
Irregular in her duties
as a school goer and a university student
Meenu transforms into a systematical one.
Recognised for her nonchalant practices,
she turns focused.
She owes to the condiment
container in the kitchen. Demystifies!
The condiments follow an order,
the principal, the subsidiary and the additional.
A rewarding mechanism.
Embraces the concept, she steps out,
rationalizes, deliberates, discovers,
conquers her indiscretions. She succeeds.
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