It is a trick
more or less a gimmick
she is a friend to all
always there in a call
that was before long
now she is away for long
does not respond at all
nor does she answers a call
she has turned a mystery
her good nature has become a history
she dodges and drives through
never in place all through
I seek and search with fervour
could find her where so ever
I give up and sit back
she came today in a slack
she was with me for a few minutes
disappeared from my hold in a minute
hopped and jumped to a place little away
showed up for a few minutes in a stay
then ran away for the day
could you recognise who she is in a way?
she is none other than rain
she has teased my brain 
Meenas Poems 