I used to drive up and down
participating in events
wearing a silk saree, jewels
making myself presentable.
Draped in a starched cotton saree
wearing just a chain, a bangle
ear studs,,I spend time in
with my companions – books and laptop.
Writing I do, a passion and a practice.
with interest. it is for satisfaction,
never with a desire to see them in print.
I know mine is not worthy.
Living like a hermit neither
cross legged, nor meditating in remote hills
stay right in the center of the happening
place, at the same time away from the crowd.
Requirements have diminished.
Partaking food is a necessity. Waking
and sleeping turns a routine.
Semblance to a wildflower,
which needs no tending, no manure,
Flowers, blossom dazzle bright, keep cheer,
dance with the wind. pleasing none.
Withers unnoticed.
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Meenas Poems 