Meenas PoemsA man on the cliff
called to the men down
Oh, here I am
look at me
I am one of you
I had been battered by misfortunes
I am about to end my life
I am going to jump from this point.
Shall I jump or shall I not?.
The men below stood confused
they called to him
look at us
we are like you
we are under great trouble
we live with hope
we still walk past and tread through
Should we live or should we not?
Round goes the wheel of fortune.
At times 
it whirls out of tune.
Overlapping all misfortunes.
Most times it falls short of tune.
Invigorating a sordid attune.
Fortune is temporarily tuned.
A blind dependence sets a discordant tune.
Creating a strain out of tune.
Releasing an unpleasant swoon.
Condemning a struggle all too s
To be blessed is a fortune.
Many do not fall into the tune.
Hard work never goes astray of the tune.
Sincerity ushers a lovely tune.
These indemnify a perfect tune.
Meenas Poems 