Meenas Poems
One comes after another
if all comes together
it would be rather
a stuck up in the corner
happens sometimes not ever
besieged by issues altogether
unexpected and sudden rather
before resolving the first one for sure
comes the other in a speed in a refer
involving into the new one a little slower
barges in the third one seeking shelter
tackled carefully one after another
know not how I came out without a shiver
still the hurt lingers within whatsoever.
a
I look up at the sky
see an object fly
it goes in a line
very much in a straight line
the line continues
is pure white in hue
I set my eyes on the line
follow it to the quickest fine
Could it be a heavenly object?
my analytical mind rejects
Could it be a bird?
never it is heard
Could it be a plane
does it look
so plain?
the line goes on and on
as if a demarcation is shown
without any resolve
i bend my neck down to solve
the issues on the ground
not wishing to decipher the unfound.
Meenas Poems 