Meena Somasundaram Poems
A Deliberation In A Song.
A few days ago
not being long ago
a friend of mine called.
She had been away for long
did not hear from her for long
she being a close friend spoke.
We talked for hours together
nothing did bother
as we went on for a time.
It was a nice meeting of fun
discussed about terrorism and the gun
the hot topic of recent times.
Both of us were pained of the attacks
Paris in particular was ransacked
with hundred and twenty nine killed.
The cruelty seen in such moves
was beyond any prove
man killing man for no...
Mountains look high and tall
Majestic and towering they look.
Gigantic and awesome they appear.
A fine land mass brisk and elaborate
stretching very extensively
almost touching the sky upwards
at the most rising from the ground
up they go in steep heights
Round and round they climb in great weights.