Meenas Poemsit is a wake-up
sudden and quick
want to get out of bed
why in a hurry?
I know not.
it is a wake- up
after a long deliberation
the awareness is slow
want to get out of the dream
not in a hurry
I know not.
it is a wake-up
after a collapse
the recovery is dead slow
want to get out to regain memory
very much in a haste
I know not.
Pain is abstract.
To me,
it is intact.
be it in the physic
it keeps brusque
be it in the mind
it ties you in a kind.
Pain is disabling
it pulls you invariably
your body gives way possibly
so does the mind instantly
a collapse is there unresistingly.
death could be the end instantaneously.
Pain is unbearable
with the tag unable
a kill and a gnaw
holds you in a claw
writhing in pain you fall
no one would attend your call.
Pain to me is never abstract
it does exist in fact
closes with a folded hands
never relaxes the band
it stifles you all the way through
that be the pain in true
Known for her integrity
keeping away from curiosity
reserving herself to herself
talking not a word more
disciplined and straight
she walked and talked
She collapsed literally
when she faced a blame
that too from an unexpected end.
She burst out not in anger
but at the venomous bite
sharp, strong and stinging
broke her into pieces
left her paralysed for a moment.
Gathering strength she regained
from the momentous assail
got back her strength and attitude
that had been with her all through the years.
Meenas Poems 