It is a big , very big issue,
It calls for a rigid review,
While it lingers on a specific preview,
Cascading over a sordid tissue.
The hiding solace is confound
The escaping route is unbound
The meandering route is a rebound,
The round about overture is a resound.
The burning torture is scathing,
The shivering fear is eating,
The noisy dispute is oppressing,
As there is a nervous wrangling.
A sudden upheaval blurts over,
There arises an astonishing crossover,
Seeking a thunderous shake over,
Forcing a compelling refuge.
Meenas Poems 