The flowers white and red
the white being numerous
the red in a few
with the yellow in one and two
call me with a bloom
as I sit to brood
they being so fresh and soft
the petals so silky and shiny
wink at me with a twinkle
as I sit there to deliberate
they dance with the breeze
flutter with the birds
reveal themselves to the bees
as I sit there with my mind elsewhere
their ambience is so lovely and charming
the aesthetics beautiful and gleaming
mark me with a pin and a peg
as I sit there lost in my thoughts
their exuberance spreads a colourful hue
in contrast to my mind’s greyish howl
they laugh and grin with the environ
while my mind wanders in the realms
of unrelated references inappropriate
not the most required at the moment
I am fully present in this enchanting place
physical though in an existence
as my mind inhabits in a dwelling
away from all these pristine pleasures
meandering and negotiating the incidents
that would bring no gain or fortune
either in the form of peace and goodwill
or in the mode of financial and economy
nestles in a deal that wedges the heart all through
the slanders that keep us in turmoil
well, tI sit and brood in a dilemma
Meenas Poems 