Meenas PoemsThe dance I see
keeps me at sea
it is a diffidence
a complete deviance
where traditions
have no introductions
rhythm breaks with hiccups
expression not in up
it is a dance yet
I go for a bet
it is a jump
exactly a bump
a spring above
a fall down
that is a dance
most modern by chance
makes me fall into a trance.
not in the right sense
as it seems to miss the cadence 
The toss of the coin
watched with anxiety
up and up went the coin
fell down a little away.
Eager heads rushed over
knocked each other in the milieu
it was a lofty fly over
all eyes locked up in the manoeuver
The heads withdrew slowly
the lead decided with the toss
an exercise that is there merely
a factor that depends on luck.
The head takes the priority
with the tail in the back
a chance or an opportunity
that offers a way to prosperity.
The rise of the coin
and the fall of the coin
takes a minute of exasperation
an eagerness displayed with volatility.
Meenas Poems 