Wishes remain wishes
seeing snow, the fluffy ball
white and cold
numbing the fingers
lying like a white roll
on the terrain.
The other one
to see the world
eating whatever
comes in my way
overcoming the feel
of nausea and distaste
i experience,
Could these two be possible
in my lifetime? I ask,
being me who is to blame
dislikes out number the likes
carrying along a quaint
sensation of nostalgy
hard to express.
Meenas Poems 