I have won.
Really,I have won.
It being an award
which is its own reward.
I stand tall and proud
among the learned crowd.
I think of my cute blog
I usually log
not once or twice
but by 
how many tries
I really do not know
as it is my resting place and flow
where my thoughts gather
where I sit for hours rather
writing what all I experience
not bothered about their relevance
It being a canvas little and colourful
wherein my feelings get sketched in full
not with paint and caricatures
but with words and features
extolling the greatness of nature
enhancing the human qualities in stature
finding myself occupied all through the day
at times in the nights too in a way
with my children all living far
with no duties and customs to bar
I keep on writing with a fervour
with my mind always in a hover
while my body is at a position static
my thoughts go about ecstatic
therein comes the creativity in hand
which slowly and gradually disbands
with the expressions come my reflections
one by one they fall into places in conjunction
with the language with which I am familiar
being a perception that might be unfamiliar
I write for long casting my spontaneous feelings
deftly and skilfully adorning my ramblings
finding a place in the word press platform
that inadvertently has lent a lively form
with that my poetic sojourn which began a few years ago
is rising up to levels not very great but remarkable in the go
with my followers increasing slowly and steadily
while most of my poems gaining readership readily
my tryst with writing has started off though late
I hope would stand the test of times and find a rate
being appreciated for its simplicity and lyricism
along with the dominance of rhythm and surrealism.
With winning this award as a senior I stand with pride
recalling the day I clinched the University top rank in glide
memories keep gushing one after another in great stride
raising me aloft and high with an applause and appreciation by the side.
Meenas Poems 