It cannot be termed new
these are there for years few
it is not a bolt from the blue
it comes and goes like the dew
a few months here I knew
other days away I knew
this alibi is there for in lieu
of my original which flew
I have every cause to rue
think of the comforts I enjoyed now overdue
recently going through an ordeal true
a bit of the sample taken as a 
cue
makes me awry and robs my hue
I hover for what I am not sure
perhaps a wait for the pass unsure.
Meenas Poems 