All said and done,
There is an undue jubilation,
What for ?I do not know,
Why for ?I know not.
The revelations get ahead,
Of the normal course,
Creating a gorgeous retinue,
Of a fine grandeur,
Exhibiting a charming diaspora ,
Of a regal distinction,
Revealing a brimming sequence,
Of a flourishing prosperity,
Calling all to a spectacle ,
Of rejoice and fantasy,
Missing the quint essence,
Of humility and rationality,
Faltering on a biased credibility,
Based on inflated pride,
Rendering a melodramatic ,
Regiment of snobbery ,
Culminating in a point end,
Of hypocrisy and falsity,
Demoralising the existence
Of decency and decorum,
Distinguishing the sensibility ,
Of fact and fiction.
Meenas Poems 