Bearing the brunt
being not new,
I proceed with
lots of feelings.
I need no encomiums
at least a nod,
a kind of approval.
They are not for me.
The rudeness I face
at a cost of my labour
make me sad. I am hurt.
Wince at my plight.
The slogging I do
the analysis I evaluate
ensures a progress,
as far as I find.
They get me nowhere.
I become a pawn.
Slighted, humiliated
for all I have done,.
Resolve not to involve
could be from this day.
Nothing much in way
of deterioration.
Hope my resignation
will usher prosperity.
Meenas Poems 