Love talking to myself
the practice I had from young
inquire and reply all by myself
bothers none else in strong.
My mother got upset for no reason
scolded me a lot all the more
she thought it to be a treason
others would think I am insane all the more.
I confined my sojourn to my room
talked to myself looking at the mirror
an improvisation in the privacy of the room
preoccupied I was in my reverie with no horror.
The conversations I had with myself all the time
has made me saner for that matter as such
I picked quarrels with none at all times
lived and live in my circumference as much .
Meenas Poems 