With a sweat on the brow
and a frown on the forehead
twitching the nose
and with the pout on the lips
straining the neck
and walking with a twist
a figure entered the portals
In a shrill cracking voice
raising it high
tempers getting crossed
yelled loud
gesturing with anger
made faces
enacted a melodrama
and walked out of the gate.
Why did she come?
What did she want to tell?
Knowing not the reason
of her anger
Unknowing the cause
for her entry.
I walked into the house.
Meenas Poems 