Renu stays stoic
staring for hours
“it is mine , it is mine”
she cries.
She holds it dear
close to her bosom
the evil man tries
to pull with force.
Renu holds firmly
allowing not an inch
he attempts with
renewed vigour.
It is an unequal fight,
he a burly male,
she a petite girl,
the tug and pull continue
Renu fights. Her possession
lies straight on her chest.
Unexpectedly he loses balance,
trips down and falls flat.
The girl’s eyes
rove with a shine.
Could this be due
to an intervention?
Meenas Poems 