I ask my friends, now and again.
One of them says,
“Why do you keep on asking?”
with a disdain.
The other mocks,
“You are off the mind.”
with a chuckle
The third speaks,
I experience,
she is in my scale.
I act with no thought,
after a time reflect.
An introspection unlimited.
Being a killer
a non performer on occasions.
I chase, weigh, and fall.
Meenas Poems 