Poems by
Meena Nanda

Hell’s Depth

a poem by Meena Nanda

In tempestuous morning in the early June
when sun is sometimes less in its bloom
before the monsoon flowers in bud
when dreams start dreaming of
A storm that rage inside the home.

A always crowded happening house became haunting
as if the spirit of devils lead the fighting
the irresistible desires of Hell’s Depth
won inviting after battled heights up.

A fake pleasurable fact to brain was induced
found adrifting to face the world indeed
there are no short-cuts or super speed
the Natural mind lighting power what you need