Very much into the mundane
funds, revenue, haunt me
deadlines, commitments
tear me apart,
as I recline in exhaustion.
Rupee ebbs and falls
promises scare me, I count,
calculate, tabulate all through
‘the night burning the mid night
oil, My eyes beseech.
I keep going with a drive.
Unable to remain alert
I fall asleep and in the dream
the currency floats, assurances fly
I sink slowly into a coma .
Meenas Poems 