Meenas PoemsA month from now
would be back home
a rejoice it is anyhow
a month and half’s roam
nowhere but in another home
seems to be a tedium
as I love my home
so dear it is to me
so full of memories of glee
a temporary shift itself
is enough in itself
to extend a longing
my home feels the inkling
as I could see it remain sad
when I return to its fold
a bondage it is of great
Love all said Jesus
nailed to the cross.
Love with not a cause
as it does not bring loss.
Love enforces no clause
as it exhibits no flaws.
Love is bound by no laws
as it shines with a gloss.
Love exposes no moss
as it relies not on toss.
Love creates a lovely bondage
Let this be the Christmas message
with prayers said with grace.
The little one asked “What is old age?”
It is an age which tries to free from all bondage,
An age, which gets distracted from all outage,
An age, which communicates through a silent language.
As the day closes into dusk
As peace leads to an exhilaration always,
Youth enters the old
age with a grace,
Strings of grey hair are seen in a trace.
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