At times clever
most times foolish’
could be my behaviour
a kind of pessimism
prevails as I observe
perhaps echoes
my weak optimism.
I feel insecure in a crowd
which guffaws, talks loud
converse unmeaningful
a sort of reluctance,
I experience.. Perhaps
a fish out of water
an idiom much used.
The part of me, which identifies
a shrewdness. rises up in full flow
floods with an unexpected force
leads me to an inebriated mood
while my sensibility, rather my sensitivity
condemns the incoherence.
—
Meenas Poems 