I say to myself
not once but many times.
It is being a chorus
I repeat on and off.
Saying so I go ahead.
Push myself to complete
undergo a lot of strain.
It is a practice that kills,
plays havoc — a devastation.
I try my best to come out.
A discipline, Icreated,
places me in a pinnacle,
I work hard to achieve
drains the energy.
Unable to sustain
I mumble that has
to be done anyhow.
Habits die hard.
Mine will last, I suppose
until the end.
Meenas Poems 