Meenas PoemsI sit with no thoughts
this happens by all sorts
a vacuum in the mind
nothing in a kind 
I search all the way
nothing strikes me today
I see around me
nothing to hold me in glee
I espy with an emptiness
unable to detect any sense
I sit there for long
away from the throng
with eyes wide open
focused, not on any token
that way I go into myself
hop and jump like an elf
not in the real front
but in my mental affront.
Early in the morn
it being an early dawn
with the silence all around
and a freshness in the ground
with no sign of human sound
only the barking of dogs in a bound
sitting out in the garden
a place to unload the burden
talking to none but to oneself
being a rare exercise by itself
which he does with ease
making him free from any tease
rejuvenating his memory well
keeping him agile in every cell.
None would like to follow
but would be a sure allow
for all who talk so 
without hurdles in the flow.
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