It is always I do
staring and staring
so hard and deep
till my eyes fall out.
My round eyes stand out
though they are deep set
controversial it might be
but it is true.
That has become my daily affair
looking far into the horizon
jumping over hedges and fence
over to the infinity.
Should I attribute this to age,
solitude, or to my reluctance
to mix with society?
I really do not know.
Days and months pass
I turn into a hermit
sitting amidst chaos
far away in mind.
Like a river I flow
knowing well I have
got few miles to go
a few, before I sleep,
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Meenas Poems 