Into over one of processes,
my hands are full.
A household, a business proposition,
and a social cause keep me on toes.
I try to put the domestic one at hold
but it turns imminent- a house.
The commitment is demanding.
I lose my equanimity before I accomplish.
That of revenue requires prudence
gather my wits to reach the target.
It is a click away, so near
still too far. Have to grab.
The last calls for compassion.
Being my forte I carry out with ease.
On the verge of fulfillment,
am certain to achieve— tranquility.
The three catch up, cripple and smother
being all in the game.
Meenas Poems 