Little did I know what people talk behind me
Little did I care about their remarks,
That being a few years ago, I am in my mid age.
It is different all the more as I struggle to catch up years
Each and every thing matters, some appear as a taunt,
the rest seem to be scathing.
Being unable to move forward I stay confined to a place
away from scorn and jitters.
That being a retreat offering a solace,
enabling me to prolong unfazed.
Meenas Poems 