Living in a longitude of happiness
and in a latitude of pain.
one crossing the other
the coordinates mull with each
a cyclic vibrations
could be felt
as life goes on.
The thunderstorms in the form
of confrontations,
the pleasant breeze stand as
an expression of joy, of lightening
a sudden spasm of pain
and the rains one of cheer
and prosperity,’
The placements reveal a rhythm
one of harmony and friendship
can deliver a catastrophic
displeasure if pursued unethically.
It is the handling that works wonders.
A great success ensues if measured
well. Else a disaster dawns
uncermoniously,
Meenas Poems 