The mind cannot much hold,As it is locked in a frozen mould,
Anguish multiplies in a successive fold,
Nothing can be expressively told.
The heart is in terrific shatter ,
As emotions continuously batter,
Everything skews into tatters,
Causing strong uneasy jitters.
There exists a melancholic detraction,
There appears a plausible distraction.,
Mulling the mind and body in a traction.
Setting a combustible reaction.
An untold derailment is cast
As the three forces work fast ,
Oh! even a slight contrast
Would make the heart blast.
Meenas Poems 