It has been a long week,
one of no work nor play
just lying in bed tossing
feeling delirious,
Never could I imagine
had been idle throughout
neither time governs
nor time introspects.
Most of the time
lay like a log, motionless
oblivious of the world
wane and exasperated.
I did come to life,
the household is neat
none to disturb or meddle
all in place, organized.
Then, is it I? who makes
the place messy, My setback
is part of the game. I realize.
No one is inevitable.
Meenas Poems 