Meenas Poems
The land opposite mine
densely planted with oil palm
closely populated by a tribe
a busy clan never calm
hooligans who take no bribe
mischievous and up to folly
oscillate and swing in a mood
break the branch when jolly
gnaw the berries in all crude
chatter and whimper all through
Lo! the trees are now cut invariably
their habitation is in a mess absolute
sit there they in all melancholy
with their brood in dissolute
Alas! man always engages in a chase
scares the orangutans from their place
On the equator I
lie
Yes, right on the equator
and I burn like fire always
roasting everything
and scorching everyone.
Rains do come in the evenings
with thunder and lightning
They rain like heaven and hell
drying the land the minute they stop.
The rivers flow in full brimming to the top.
There is greenery all over.
Oil palm has replaced rubber in a switch over
But still there is rubber trees to an extent lower
filling the country’s exchequer with a large turnover
The economy thrives and prospers
as the rains give an impetus
to the cash crops blossoming and blooming.
I look green whichever side you see
with gigantic trees and flowers found all over in a spree
I am small lying on the equator a divide of the world.
But as all things small are beautiful
I am beautiful and stately.
Know Who I am ?
I am Malaysia in the far east.
Meenas Poems 