it is Friday,
my day to go
to the temple.
On the way, I
list the songs
I have to sing.
Also draw a full
schedule of
the prarthanas .
On reaching the shrine
my voice gets stuck.
as i try to sing,
Closing my eyes ,
I attempt to put forth
my wishes.
Aiyaoo ! My memory fails
I keep looking at her,
dumbfounded,
She casts a benign look.
I know your predicaments .
No worries , I will take care.
A red rose
falls on her feet.
I pick the one,
and walk. My voice clears,
the songs and the prarthanas
line in queue.
Meenas Poems 