The work I do
with the whole heart
where I slog and score
causes no commemoration.
The responses go south,
strings being pulled
unmindful,down
goes the cheer.
Array of disappointment
percolates. fixes me
in a state of despair.
I get rattled.
Being placed almost
in similar status,
every time, I reconcile
with no other go.
The indifference drives
me to ends, the insinuations
largely hurt, I stick to my
principles ever strong
with a smile.
Meenas Poems 