Meenas PoemsThe ideas that crowd the mind
at times clog and clot.
The one interrupts the other
the lesser one overtakes the greater
the trivia usurps the importance
the grave slips back
the teeming of thoughts
need a stop and a break
time to mature and get through
till then there should be a pause
time t brood and hatch
an over-enthusiasm could spoil
destroy and mangle the growth
turn and twist the flourish
a caution should lie there
a comprehension should follow.
It was a feverish talk.
It depicted a mental block.
The anger was beyond the stock.
The expressions were hideously cocked.
It went on and on for hours through the clock.
It was hard to listen to the verbal shout.
It was sheer agony to hear the slanderous sort.
Impatience triggered a mental beset.
Caution took the bestof times as to not to be caught.
There was a struggle in between the slot.
The annoyance was a result of an unhealthy clot.
The swearing and cursing were unbearable.
The sobbing and whimpering were intolerable.
The incessant calling was really a strain incorrigible.
An intention to bang the telephone became irresistible.
Well it was a frightful exercise all throughout the day’s table.
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