With a withdrawal from the family
as had had an overdose of suffering
finding peace in writing
intending to stay away from the near and dear
if at all they do nurture love
as in my case the truth
being it is always one way so
as I had had enough of it
a toss ,a fall, a push out
with many an episode not forgotten
subjected to humiliation
subdued by outbursts
maintaining silence
just for the peace
wanting not to break the harmony
had been so long quiet and sullen
now turning into a solemn Solomon
with the wisdom getting into the brains
decided to shun those who have caused injury
discard those who have thrown tempers
not wanting to talk to anyone
whatever might be the outcome
remain stoic and strong
as the balance of life is but very little and short
an enlightenment that has come at a very late moment
be it fo good or bad
I really do not know.
Meenas Poems 