Meenas PoemsIt cannot be termed new
these are there for years few
it is not a bolt from the blue
it comes and goes like the dew
a few months here I knew
other days away I knew
this alibi is there for in lieu
of my original which flew
I have every cause to rue
think of the comforts I enjoyed now overdue
recently going through an ordeal true
a bit of the sample taken as a 
cue
makes me awry and robs my hue
I hover for what I am not sure
perhaps a wait for the pass unsure.
Folding the hands he prays to God.
Kneeling down he bows to God.
Chanting mantras he invokes God.
and gradually merges with God
He goes round the shrine.
He goes on till he completes nine.
He prostrates before God in line.
and slowly diffuses
into the environ fine.
This has been his routine for years.
Praying, he feels, dispels fear.
He thinks God has come near.
and ecstatically revels in cheer.
Is this piety steadfast and real?
A question that demands a trial.
It would be so when things are ideal.
It would be not so in the face of an ordeal.
The presumptions are track proven.
Fortunes take him to haven.
Distress makes him a raven.
Peace be with you. Amen!
Meenas Poems 