it is, I cry watching
the rains, incessant
and forceful it pours
allowing no space,
turns impertinent.
Rivers, unable to hold anymore
flow inwards , flooding
the roads and streets,
submerging the low lying area
become imperious.
I sigh! Well, this characteristic
seems common, Man, Nature,
Animals, reverse, relent and recant,
for reasons unknown and unheard.
Cannot avoid a sense of bitterness.
Meenas Poems 