Meenas PoemsDeath is a pang say many.
It is but sad to experience.
All men are born to die one day.
It is but true to comprehend.
Death is a great leveller in a finality.
It is but exact to relate.
The mighty, the rich, the poor go the same way.
It is but hard to believe.
Death gives freedom with absolute majority..
It is but relevant to die.
It was a little while ago,
Just a few months before,
There happened a mistake slow,
Which took away the spirit ashore,
Subduing the wish to a low.
Never did I foresee such a turn out,
Never did I think I will undergo,
Never did I experience such a fall out,
It was too much a shock to let go,
It was altogether a trauma throughout.
Gathering the inputs in a row,
Reconciling the incidents in a course,
Going back to the day one in a throw,
There seems a mental fatigue in force,
A lay back of inspiration is in show.
Nothing untoward is in the midst
Nothing indifferent is in the vicinity,
Nothing irrational is in the list,
Everything is a compilation of sincerity,
Everything is a distortion of unexpected twist.
The disturbance is totally transitory,
It will die down with time,
As there lies a lot in the repository,
Which will spurt out with a chime,
By rendering a follow up contributory
Meenas Poems 