Meenas PoemsLike it to call it a day
happenings throughout the day
most were for the good
few were not so good
that is the way it is almost
could be not different at the utmost
a day of achievement in a sense
a passion with a great intense
has evolved a stigma in valuation
it would lead one to a revelation.
I expect rains for a change
the heat is beyond the range
my wish is not strange
it is well within the range
my mind goes dizzy
my thoughts go hazy
and I miss my rhymes frequently
the rhythm gets mixed inordinately
it is due to the heat,
I think
yet, I write with a passion
write for what reason
I know not, a mystery
I am unable to unravel.
Meenas Poems 