Meenas PoemsInto the world of serfdom
I awake.
Into the world of delirium
I rise.
Into the world of hatred
I see.
Into the world of audacity
I go through.
Into the world of scorn
I am put in.
Into the world of contempt
I am pushed through.
Into the world of envy
I live through
That be the world I perceive
That is the world I look around
That would be not be sound
But that is what is found.
It is going to be that,
It is going to be what?
It is that , nothing more than that,
Well .what is that?
That’s how it goes on,
Moves on without a clue to fawn,
Gets going without a scorn,
Ends up in an unpredictable born.
So let me say that is that,
It is a speculative combat,
Based on a volatile drat
Concluding on a tone flat.
Well,a prologue is most likely to be,
A preface to what ought to be,
An eye opener to all things to be,
But truly a maze 
as it appears to be.
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