Meenas Poems
The word “more” makes you ponder.
More of anything is sacramental rather.
Desiring more is greed so ever.
Eating more is gluttony ever.
Drinking more is a vice forever.
Talking more is an insensible prattle moreover.
Working hard is an oppression in terms ever.
Fuming with anger is a crime whatsoever.
Passively patient is a negative virtue forever.
“More” jacks up greed with fervour.
“More” packs up values in a savour.
“More ” has more inferences than the eyes could rover.
What you said is bad ! Says the man
Your ways are always bad adds the man.
You have entrapped the family shouts the man.
It has been so all these years screams the man.
It is my fate to listen to such invalid talks thinks the woman
It is the reward I get for my sacrifice bemoans the woman.
It is a thankless job admits the woman.
“I have to pull along against odds “sobs the woman
She has been hearing all these for years together.
She has endured it for the sake of her children altogether.
She breaks down hopelessly when she hears the same from one of them rather.
True! Women are faceless slaves in a way I gather.
Totally it is a claim of all things
A claim comprising everything.
Stocks and shares take the wing.
Land and property give a ring.
Gold and silver oscillate in a swing.
The claimant poses to be a King.
He wants for himself everything.
He amasses all with greed in the touching.
The others are left with a desolate reaching.
He enjoys the wealth with a great tweeting.
He leaves the rest in a dilemma wriggling.
This is found in corporate and in all dwellings.
Avarice gains predominance in all surroundings.
It dumps the world in a profound sinking.
It was a wait, very long wait.
It was an expectation, much expected.
It was a desire, most wished.
It was a thought, serious thought.
It was a solution, well solved.
It was a decision, carefully decided.
It was an inclusion, stealthily included.
It was a belief, strongly believed.
Well it was everything that comprised all things.
Wading through the rubbish plastic.
Skipping over the garbage drastic.
Sneezing frequently over the smell caustic.
Negotiating round the corner as a rustic.
Reached the destination in a manner stoic.
It was a feverish talk.
It depicted a mental block.
The anger was beyond the stock.
The expressions were hideously cocked.
It went on and on for hours through the clock.
It was hard to listen to the verbal shout.
It was sheer agony to hear the slanderous sort.
Impatience triggered a mental beset.
Caution took the bestof times as to not to be caught.
There was a struggle in between the slot.
The annoyance was a result of an unhealthy clot.
The swearing and cursing were unbearable.
The sobbing and whimpering were intolerable.
The incessant calling was really a strain incorrigible.
An intention to bang the telephone became irresistible.
Well it was a frightful exercise all throughout the day’s table.
It is a sight to see the clouds gather.
They seem to dash against each other.
They attempt to pass over one another.
They are dark and bright all over.
The black clouds appear to jump over.
The bright ones seem to hover.
The dark clouds look full with moisture.
The bright clouds appear like fluffy flakes all over.
The moisture laden clouds try to fall as a shower.
The snow clouds instigate a stoppage as ever.
Which would triumph in the race as forever?
If the black one wins it is a boon to all whatsoever.
As it ushers copious rain and prosperity more so ever.
It is easy to blame others.
It is easier to find fault.
It is easiest for all to run away .
It is difficult to complete a task.
It is far more difficult to accomplish it with dignity.
It is most difficult for everyone to praise the genuine.
It is easy to point the finger.
It is easier to mock.
It is easiest to grab the honour finally.
It is difficult to negotiate .
It is more difficult to resolve.
It is most difficult for all to approve the diligent.
Well that is how the world looks at things.
Well that is what each one is made off.
Well the earnest goes unhonored and unrecognised.
The soil is ever beautiful,
With sand colourful.
White is the colour of the beach sand.
Red forms the fertile sand.
Black takes up the alluvial sand.
Brown is attributed to river sand.
A large colourful hue is in the band.
Adding a ray of gold to the land.
Fixing a streak of silver to the land.
Enhancing the glow and the glitter of the land,
With fertility, fecundity and productivity all in a grand.
Oh! It is a lovely land!
Indeed it is an exciting land!
Cohesive thoughts are interesting.
Ideas that bring out a change are fascinating.
Inventions that assure a turn are appealing.
Strategies that usher a progress are demanding.
Improvements that lift up the society are delighting.
An involvement that renders an arising is appeasing.
An insight that predicts a jump is alluring.
An initiative that brings a development is assuring.
To focus on the goals of life is a targeting.
To aim high is a symptomatic entrusting.
To aspire for the best is gratifying.
Anyhow singing this song is most enlivening.
Meenas Poems 