Meenas Poems“I am the fairest of all “
Story of Snow White recall,
Fair you are,
In complexion and colour,
Are you fair in other?
Quoth the mirror?
Not to Snow white alone,
But to everyone.
Snow white smiles affably
While we grin peevishly,
She nods gently,
Whilst we shiver nervously,
She is fair all through,
But we are unfair to the cue,
She sweeps across in pride,
When we weep over in deride,
Snow white is the fairest of all,
Is not a claim tall.!!
How fair are you?
We do not have a clue.
Only your parents will live for you,
But your friend will wait for you,
While your spouse will go by you,
Mostly your children will quicken you,
But ,will your age stand by you?
As age waits for none
It transforms young one
Into a matured run,
Again it transfers an old tone.
To the greying prone.
As the clock strikes one,
The hours go by one,
While the morn slides to none,
The day is counted as one.
Allowing the intervals to relish in fun.
Days add up to make months twelve
Which again calculates the year well,
Sensing a calculation to swell,
The years cast a shell,
Causing an eventual bell.
Lest we live along,
Forgetting the years long,
Measuring seriously a small furlong ,
Forgetting the miles before long,
That at end will traduce a fallacious song.
Age runs s miles ahead,
Waiting for none to tread,
Marching ahead of the thread.
Racing away from the blood,
Deceiving everyone like a 
flood.
What do you call residue?
Is it the sediment undue ?
Is it the leftover purview?
Is it the last deed review?
Thousands throng the mind,
Hundreds cross the find.
Tens cover the hind,
Ones and twos bind.
The lively particles that remain,
In the human brain,
Is called a fine train,
Of thoughts and reign.
The stain that sticks ,
In the receptacle quick
Is called a stubborn lick,
Of colour and stink.
The river flows with ease,
Leaving the residue to tease,
The quick-witted move with grace,
Letting the ignorant to trace.
There is a movement always,
In spite of the stifling ways,
There is a momentum thrice,
In place of inaction tries.
A forward push is most welcome.
Leaving the residual laggards home.
Thus bearing a countenance of aplomb
To befit a heroic outcome
I know a senior solicitor ,
Who is truly a navigator,
From the promising oath,
Taken on the Bible.
He argues not in court,
But in hs official fort,
Reads the minds of clients,
Gleefully catches the ignorant
Listing out his daily calls,
He works out a clause,
As whom should he
Fool the day.
He summons the rich naive,
Speaks volumes of praise,
Flattering him to levels,
With high praise and distractions.
The clumsy conceited man,
Believes his words to the full,
Acts by wielding his strength,
Of unfair 
money and exclusive rights.
The solicitor designs schemes,
To deprive the birthrights,
Of a sibling who honours ,
Truth and justice.
The two hand and glove,
Think that they are above,
Hoarding other’s funds,
By deceit and manoeuver.
The solicitor and the ignorant,
Coaxed by false security,
Make a grand depository,
Of funds not their own.
A professional cheat be he,
Swearing on the holy scriptures,
Wrongs each and every one,
Unaware of the final trial.
The last call is very near,
As the solicitor is in his twilight ,
Wish he and his pet be thrashed by,
The eventuality of destiny.
The nature of Man,
Is a bundle of thorn.
Pricking with animosity,
Prattling with enmity,
Keeping cordiality at bay.
The nature of animals,
Is a pack of formats,
Attacking with force
Nestling with close,
Meeting a decorum both ways.
Man slips like a fish,
While fish swim steady,
Man betrays like a fox,
While foxes come out ready,
When the need dawns
Man is like a snake,
Whilst the snake stings,
While insisting safety
He spews venom at all,
Unmindful of the ignominy.
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Man and elephant look,
Similar in emotions,
But the elephant strikes mad at times,
Man hurls and hits all times,
Establishing a lunacy firm.
Animals express love,
In terms of truth,
Man disposes love,
In terms of falsities,
Exposing his gaudy colour.
As he is unfaithful,
Forgetting his donors,
Forgetful of the patronage,
Impulsive and incorrigible,
Darning the veil of impertinence.
Loathe being born as a woman,
As have to serve yeomen,
First to obey the parents,
Second to go behind the husband,
Third look after the children,
Best of all to appease the society.
A woman is compared to a flower,
Soft, delicate and tender,
As a rough handle destroys the flower,
So a tough stand shatters the woman.
While the flower loses its beauty,
The woman’s grace vanishes mostly.
While her patience is misunderstood,
Her sincerity is exploited,
As her slogging is made use of,
Her cry for recognition,
Is not taken care of.
Leaving her at man’s mercy.
She toils day in and day out,
Un mindful of her health,
Never paying attention to her welfare,
Always putting her family first ,
By stooping to low ebbs,
Granting a happy 
picture perfect.
Confined by limitations,
As she is from the weaker sex,
Restricted by the filial ties,
As she is governed by the family,
She untiringly goes about,
Thinking of nothing great.
Later her body crumbles due to age,
Her legs wobble under pressure,
The hands present an awkward move,
While her face acquires a gaunt,
She staggers along the way,
Awaiting the call of the day.
Security ,whatever it may be.
It is mortal’s chief enemy,
Quoth the bard Shakespeare,
Which sounds a genuine gear.
Macbeth’s lust for power,
Made him work up a cover,
To anoint himself,
As supreme self.
His abnormal desire,
Pushed him to the mire,
Making him a defunct puppet,
Dancing to his wife’s trumpet.
Midas love for gold,
Is narrated to the fold,
He wished for the metal,
In all things his hands settle.
His extraordinary craving,
Found him in a most stupefying,
Post of turning all things go;d,
Inclusive of his child behold.
Man’s fear in finding,
A safe haven binding,
To invest the hard-earned income
In a profitable venture whole some.
His deliberation finds him.
In a state of apprehension grim,
Sending him to seek security,
In every nook and corner gritty.
Unlike Macbeth the usurper,,
Nor like Midas , the referer,
This ordinary Man, the humble,
Should achieve his target simple.
Oh!the sun is bright and shining.
As its rays are blinding,
While its warmth is scorching,
It is totally burning.
Lo!The humidity experienced is killing,
As the perspiration felt is exacting,
While the fatigue underwent is stifling,
The thirst caused is devastating.
Advancing into the torrid zone,
Bereft of a milder ozone,
Depriving the environ,
Of its assuaging Torrence.
The Sun plays an active role.
In deepening the parole,
Leading to a destructive hole,
Over the earth’s soul.
Riding through the arid desert,
The sweltering heat destroys the best,
That is least found in the crest,
Of the forbidden nest.
Crossing over a bridge high and low,
Find a river devoid of a flow,
Posing a sandy glow,
That makes the heart slow.
There seems to be a tepid temper,
Creating an arrogant terror,
Disquieting a possible leveler,
Bringing forth a terrible murder.
The unbearable heat and sweat,
Renders a style of fever and fret,
Calls for a turn and twist,
To end up the sulk 
and sordid.
Will the rain clouds gather?
To relieve an uneasy lather,
Thus bring about a sweet charmer ,
In the form of a gusty rain.
Taking a road less traversed,
Is sometimes most frightful.
Going by a path most used,
Is all times less painful.
Not all times we can cross,
With much comfort,
Most times we have to pause,
With less effort.
Going over may look easy,
But it has its own fear,
Getting into may appear crazy,
But cause lot of tear.
Someone points this way,
We turn with hope,
The other one cries that way,
We are off the slope.
How to take a decision?
Is a fancy many undergo,
Most come to a conclusion,
Saying it is right ho!
Still there are others,
Waiting to jump,
Cuddling in borrowed feathers,
Withholding a desire plump.
It is this way,
We have to go,
Then go the way,
Along with the flow.
To whom should I talk bold?
As everyone has felt,
That lawyers argue lies,
Which earns their bites,
That doctors prescribe fake
Which covers their stake,
That teachers teach nothing,
Which gets them something,
That engineers construct blank blocks,
Which brings them whole locks,
That goldsmiths make not real gold,
Which increases their money multi fold,
That auto makers design flimsy,
Which brightens their fancy,
The bankers serve loan,
Which multiplies their corpus known,
The grocer sells rot,
That finds him in a heavy lot,
The politicians speak foul,
That 
gives them a great prowl,
The ones like me,
Know not to address whom?
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