Living in an igloo
the rustic Eskimo
liked to giggle
in a noisy chuckle
he has his sledge
parked over the iced hedge
the reindeers pull the sledge
off it goes in a speed to the verge
glides through the ice precipice
up and down it goes on the ice
well, it is snow all around him
would he have ever seen the sun?
with its spread of warmth and light 
I see them all throughout my days
he sees the snow and its cold
with the darkness in a precipitate
I long to see the snow in its fluffy softness
he would wish to see the Sun in its radiance
that is what one feels about the other
the other side of the land is greener.
Meenas Poems 