Meenas PoemsWalking with free hands
talking with free words
eating every day a free diet
living a carefree life
could be a blessing
not all are likely to get
those who are fortunate
do experience a lively strength
a bliss almost heavenly and divine.
As a young carefree girl
I used to cycle around
sang merrily in a tempered sound
pedaled fast up and down
till my limbs ached all the more
I never stopped even after
I went faster and faster
at last I could not pedal any more
I had to stop there being no other go
could not even take a step ahead
the limbs had swollen instead
my gate keeper carried me back
my mother was happy to see me intact.
I used to perspire a lot
I had a quick shower
refreshed myself
my appetite would have aggravated
I had a whole cup of milk
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