As years run in speed
the vision of death appears near
feel a full life has been lived indeed
it is time to pack the bags , my dear.
Recollections lead to a composure
the days gone were lively in a charm
wish to enable a foreclosure
could that not bring no harm?
Reliving the past is a task chronic
the agility has dissapiated
an enactment of the past will be ironic
as the energy has depleted.
Death stares at me for long
smilles at me with a satisfaction
I reciprocate with a song
set to music with a joyful reflections.
Meenas Poems 