Meenas Poems
The shift is on once again
how am I to negotiate?
I deliberate in vain
as I sigh with a renunciation
let me be in one place
not want to be in a chase
whatever be the case
I prefer not to live in phase.
That will not be I know
so I go with the tide
I have become very slow
anyhow I have to abide
With the bags on my back
I walk on to the flight
my mind gives up the fight
I find myself in the same track
How long will have I to live so?
I really do not know.
I
Throwing her school bag
the little one rushed to me
pitching herself against me
she made daring gestures.
Know not why she was angry
got her by the frills of her frock
querying the reason for her anger
I got not a lovely smile usually being hers.
Caught in a turmoil and apprehension
thinking how to bring back her to her usual self
I sat silent for a while with patience untold
putting up with her tantrums all the same.
Having been quite some time
she came to me with heads down
saying she had a bad time at school
getting reprimanded by her teacher .
I let her at that level
not bothering her with my curiosity
as I knew it would intensify further
took hold of her and ran my fingers through her hair
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