There seems to be nothing great. There seems to be nothing happening. There seems to be an unbelievable calmness. Thers seems to be a restricted activity. The economy is in a lull. The governance is in a mechanical rote. The people are in a disorganised schedule. The essence of living is a mulled , mitigated , and attains a serene endeavour.
Nothing is stable. There is an unprecedented rise in the stock market, one day. The next day witnesses a deep truncated tumble.
The economic policies are totally without synergy and enthusiasm. The simulation and stimulation is proceeding , but without any vigour and interest.
Why is the infliction so deep?Why is the penetration so incisive?Why is the energising viccitiude not overwhelming?Why is the verification so excessive?
A deliberation and an an apprehension embarks. The cross section of the society is in profound disturbance. The viscosity of the terminal investigations is so thick ,that the element of doubt and suspicion often goes hand and hand with everyinfringement and exercise.
As the dominance of suspicion is keeping things in a desperate frustrration, as the inquisitive mind is peeping into every dense thicketted succour, the march towards fine evolution of prosperous pulling is thoroughly disappiated .
A sincere work, a genuine re work and a systematic examination should be performed to amalgamate glory and peace.
Meenas Poems 