A feeling of something missing
be it in life or performance
I really do not know
keeps me disturbed all the time
lending me a despair and disappointment
that I am unable to overcome
however much I try hard
and whatever much I do
Why such thoughts come to my mind?
Why am I so worked up all the time?
This makes me sad in a way
letting me in a precarious stay
stumbling through the way
with a sense of insecurity in the sway.
Withdrawing I go into a shell
just smiling to myself
might be the smile is because of
inability and inefficiency
that remains in me
never lets me go into the world
steeped in competition high and dry.
Meenas Poems 