Meenas PoemsA little while ago
a flood of phone calls
a stream of visitors
a deluge of work
a kind of storm in the house
though not in the real sense
unbearable and beyond
sat baffled for a moment 
hands on the head
dazed I was for a second
knew not what to do?
a run away could save
jumped out of the window
strode into the wilderness
a whiff of fresh air
struck the face
rejuvenation at last.
The work not lets me go
even though I become slow
I have to resume my flow
no matter however low
and tired I go about.
With the program piling up one by one
not of great importance in the run
I have to fight not with the gun
but get along without any fun
well that has been my life out-and-out.
The small things getting over
while the great things slip lower
the unremarkable flies up to the tower
while the valid goes down the shower
Oh! that has been me without a shout.
The happenings getting distinguished
the distinct get relinquished
while the shadow remains not vanquished
the pertinent disappears and becomes finished
Gosh! that has been the direction about.
Wondering is it the same to all
Do all experience the same call ?
Never did I play with any different ball
as I work my livelihood with a 
Lo! that has been my destiny without a doubt.
Fatigue overtakes one at a time,
Exhaustion dissolves all in a mime,
Dissolution dissipates every cheer to a dime,
Pulling the mind away from the prime.
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