I stand on my toes
to put the latch in place.
it slips, comes down.
I raise my toes a little.
the latch seems merciless
falls down with a creak,
I have to fix the one
before going to bed.
Eyeing a low stool
I feel I have hit a bonanza,
drag it to the place
try to get on it.
No matter how low it be
my limbs turn rigid,
knees remain still
the stool looks like a monster,
Oh ! only my toes
manage to be supple.
Pushing the stool in fury
I toe up and up
the latch goes up
and fastens perfectly.
I retire thanking my toes
give a gentle press.
Meenas Poems 