With concerns in mind
that of the past
the days that have flown,
the events forgotten,
I pass the time.
with no more of rejoice.
The anecdotes throng
the remarks struck sharp, an eventuality
that penetrates, the insight
validates the discomfort,
I spend the duration
with no rejuvenation.
The tears trickle unchecked
like the waterfall. The humiliations,
and the taunts I encountered
cause a suffering unethical,
I remain all the way
with no cheer.
Let alone the bygone,
those that brought subjugations
and sufferings. They unnerve
and digress. Overcome them
with a smile. I tell myself.
I seek an honor in solace.
Meenas Poems 