Meenas PoemsThe day flees fast
tied up in calls
one after another
in cohesive turns
managed the daily chores
with those in force
forget what I talk
to the one and to the other
hope I did not mix up
the way around in toll
completed the dialogues
a little ahead of the schedule
back to my normal routine
a revert to the original
being myself to myself
a “solitary reaper” of Wordsworth
once and for all in worth.
The society calls come in great numbers
making one to wake up from the deep slumber
with a quick shower and a dress up go rushing
making an entry and an exit with a quickening
this being the procedure of life all thorough
directing an incessant disturbance without a clue 
with the routine getting affected all along
causing an upset when the age advances in long.
Calls are answered without any attribution
Mails mostly go without any proposition.
I am sending e mails as an imposition
But, to my dismay, I find no solution.
As there is no solution let us part.
Not thinking of anything extraneous to act
To make a smooth transition is the tact.
Let us do it immediately as there exists no pact
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