it is a song of the breeze
that makes me to freeze
at times it is similar to a tease
other times renders a lease
a fresh leaf of life
whistles through in a strife
being not pointed as a knife
where no protests are rife
it is a gentle flow
comes in slow
I do not know
whether it could be a blow
else I go about with a free mind
with expressions of kind
exposing no bind
exhibiting all in a find
well, that be the way it looks
as there could be none in books
a strange f
eeling sets across
as it has been a thought without flaws.
Meenas Poems 