Panic fills the mind,
Depression sets fine,
Disappointment is the new find,
What more is in line?
Squeaks the voice from the hind.
Many more are on the way,
Much more would cross,
Wait for the eventual sway,
A prediction is there for a furthermore loss,
Warns the forecast of the day.
A sleep over is the trick at hand,
Let everything pass in a slow motion.
Watch the turmoil from a distant stand,
Show no rush to reach the destination,
Prompts the theory of a reputed brand.
Deferring the decisions to a period late,
Might look as a procrastination sure,
It is time required to seal the fate,
A reprieve needed to think and endure,
Confesses a solution provider in a voice great.
Meenas Poems 