Meenas PoemsMorning and evening
come and go,
how fast they appear
no one knows.
It is only now,
I got up from bed
it is already late
for me to go to bed.
So fast days go by
I have many more
to accomplish, before
I cross the shore.
Most of them half done
few on the verge of conclusion
Will I be able to complete?
A strange illusion.
I am no match
to the poets
of my time.
I write with a passion
that is all I know,
nurture no aspiration
just a write out of love.
Themes and imagery
come and go fast
I record a few
miss out many.
The ones I leave absent minded
could have brought fame
and recognition.Well.
that is not to be.
This is a confession
with a conviction.
I will write
till my last day.
Meenas Poems 