Modifications exasperate me.
I alter time and again.
Monoony kills me.
Equated to a nagging in law.
My mind works without a stop.
The thoughts contend.
It is a race in speed.
Akin to a supersonic flight.
Had been so all this while
Unable to restrict myself,
am curious even at this ripe age.
It is my approach to life.
Meenas Poems 