Meena / Appu Clan

Meena watches us from miles

with Appu now by her side.

Through the sunlight streams her smile

to tell - here her soul resides.

And his own back Appu pats,

in the gruff voice joy he hides.

I guess he reads all our chats-

feel his scholarly eyes glide.

Yet we want to hear them more-

so we knock on heaven’s door.

Carpet

Here she lies in woolly laze

with the embroidery spread.

Here we soar in God’s embrace-

hope for wings with magic threads.

And her spell warmth emanates

in the winter nights of blur.

Royal aura nobly states

when honoured to walk on her.

But for joy and slumber deep-

what troubles under not sweep.