The feel of disgust got me in the middle
with the affairs moving as smooth as a fiddle
there arose a hurdle that posed a block
releasing an unpleasantness that locked
the flow of the events to a halt.
Stuck up in between the frontier and dernier
knew not how to negotiate and lift the barrier
stood aghast with the thought of remorse
deliberating how to bring into force
an action that would go ahead.
Resolved to plunge into the core
organized a meet of four
who would check out the drawbacks
allegedly could bring the movement back
a restoration is to be envisaged.
The effort directed a forward move
with things falling into the groove
with that the obstacles slowly were overcome
paving the way to a successful outcome
realised a fulfillment on the way.
Meenas Poems 