Meenas Poems
Everything ended up in a blank.
There was none to bank.
The heart sank.
All issues drew a blank.
Nothing was above rank.
The mind sank.
Most experiences pointed to blank.
They lay above the tank.
The emotions sank.
Part of life was blank.
It exceeded the clank.
The hope sank.
Little cries imposed a blank.
The weeps overwhelmed the crank.
Death sank.
Winding up my work,
Folding all the documents,
Caught hold of a paper,
Stuck in between the files,
Crushed and crumpled,
Torn and tattered,
I pulled it to throw away,
On second thought opened it,
Startled and staggered,
I gazed at it,
I read it ,
Not once but twice,
I went through it again,
My eye balls came out,
My jaws threw open,
My neck stretched further,
It was,it was——-,
A precious note,
A dear one,
Most valuable,
It was my honours degree,
Well, I myself have forgotten,
Years ago,I clinched the top rank,
Received a gold medal from the chancellor.
I went back some three and a half decades,
Visualised the day in great intensity,
A sprightly young girl hopping on to the stage,
Oh! What a remarkable day it was.
Meenas Poems 