Meenas Poems
The books are opened and closed
know not for what and why it happens
could it be an attempt forced
as that of a boy made to do so
reluctant he is to open
feels better sooner he shuts.
Could it be an accounts book?
The partners are wary to open
with the accounting all crook
eager to hide and shut
many more possibilities could be there
these are but a few that come to mind
being possible chances all so ever.
It was an afternoon
with a sleep all too soon
sat on to work with accounts
went mostly wrong in all counts.
One, two, three I counted diligently
skipped the four inadvertently
added up the credit and debit together
could not tally both altogether.
To fight sleep with a power
I quickly had a shower
came I fresh on to my work again
settled into the pattern of gain.
Did I say gain? that be in a hurry
it was profit and loss both wary.
I fumbled and struggled totally
Accounts are never my ally.
Abandoning the accounts I slept
sound as ever in great depth
came the numbers one, two and three
enough to
nag me in a spree.
Meenas Poems 