Destined to live in countries,
the mercury at heights,
I turn cranky often.
I live in two countries.
one right on the equator.
warm throughout the year.
The other, a little above,
in the tropics, with harsh
summer and pleasant winter.
I burn and fume,
evaporate and froth,
one of a disarray.
Never will I land
in a place different,
I know fully well.
These countries extract
the breath out of me,
exhaustion overwhelms.
Never a day I miss the Sun.
It is at its best all the time
Bright and brilliant,
I have heard
of snow and cold
long to see and feel.
That would never be,
I know, I have to remain
forever, till my end.
Meenas Poems 