Meenas PoemsI 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.
The dance I see
keeps me at sea
it is a diffidence
a complete deviance
where traditions
have no introductions
rhythm breaks with hiccups
expression not in up
it is a dance yet
I go for a bet
it is a jump
exactly a bump
a spring above
a fall down
that is a dance
most modern by chance
makes me fall into a trance.
not in the right sense
as it seems to miss the cadence 
Meenas Poems 