Vulnerable she is to tempers.
A quick hit enrages her
A sharp remark ignites her..
She throws things out
once she dislikes the way
they are brought in.
Lies straight to the face
make her jump and prowl
forcing a distance.
Acts to pretend
as good souls
cause a vehemence.
Taking off things
illegitimately and in stealth
infuriates her
Wherever she goes
she sits in a place offered
not a wee beyond she moves.
Whatever they give
she accepts with a smile
demanding nothing more.
Expecting the same
she gets disappointed
as none do likewise.
Knowing her vulnerability
the kith manipulate
forecasting a celebration
.
SheI remains unfolded.
She cannot fold
to pranks and truancy. 
Meenas Poems 