Meenas PoemsFolded hands is a sign of greeting
could be a symbol of prayer
both take us by a fleet
the greeting with a 
smile is a tweet
the prayer with a piety is bliss
give us a peace of mind in no ordinary terms
enough to sustain for the day, nay for a term
if practised in a routine with a kindness
could extend a tranquillity in a fullness.
Today morning I see a bright sun
shining gay and with fun.
Hope it goes through the day
as terrorism 
could erupt in the way.
where it could be none can predict?
The apprehension gnaws through the vein
wants to ask is man really sane?
Why does he behave so atrocious?
it is a case of psychological excess
Why this happens none can predict?
With that in mind, a prayer comes across
let us not take any risk in a toss
let us unite together in all earnest
sink the religious adherence at best
Will this bring peace to the streets?
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