The days go in a hurried move
I wonder why they move
if they stay almost so
be not in a steady go
it would be great in the flow
as the leisure would be there
nothing to hurry and take care
else all would be lovely and fair
as there would be no passing of the day
with the clock not moving in a way
the sun ascending lethargically all day
as we slowly munch our break fast
while we sip our tea not in deliberate cast
sitting back leaning on a pillar all the more
with legs drawn straight to the fore
there we relax hearing nature’s song
the orchestra of the birds and insects playing
there we pass and pause with joy
Is that day anything near so as to enjoy?
if that be so close and so near
I would remain in this land without fear
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Meenas Poems 