Meenas Poems
Creating an endowment
needs great sensitivity.
Taking it up all throughout
requires an endurance.
Maintaining its decorum
necessitates a tact.
Withdrawing from it
is a plain surrender
exposing the inadequacy
exhibiting the frugality
laying bare the inefficiency
altogether a fallacy.
The give up raises reasons
leading to discussions
dissecting the pros and cons
finally lending an acceptance
and sealing the chapter
closing the issue thereon.
My grand-daughter
made a swift swirl
glided through
with nimble steps
all in a flash.
She called it Ballet.
I tried to do
had a fall
slipped through
with faltering steps
all in a trash.
What shall I call it?
With a disarming smile
with an open hand
with a kind look
the leader took
the babe in his arms.
Kissing him with love
placing a gift
on his chest
gave the child
to its mother.
Well, this is
one more trick
to win the votes.
Thinking that you have lost
brings you badly down.
The thought sticks in your mind
pulling you entirely down.
lost is an attitude abstract
that happens in the mind
That which is lost gets
back to you intact.
it might sound unbelievable
but it is most true.
Losing your childhood innocence
you become an adult reliable.
Does this echo a funny concept?
Ridiculous as it might be
it is the growth personified
that makes a precept.
Financial loss is another factor
that maddens the being.
Wealth dilutes and diffuses
if not deployed in a profitable sector.
Wrong investments bring trouble
leading to a terrible loss.
Well, that is a temporary disruption
akin to a frothy bubble.
The loss of mind is a worthy drop
pushing the man to a flop.
A complacent mindset should bore
the rise and fall in a prop.
Nothing is lost in the game
with winning and losing
are two sides of the coin
indicating a gusto same.
With a long face
and anger in the eyes
pointing the fingers
pouting the lips
the lady started
her harangue
admonishing some
punishing a few
appreciating none
piling praises
on herself and herself alone.
Then she walked grandly
totally blind
to her faults
of respecting none
performing more than bad
in all her endeavours.
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Feeling stiff and sullen.
Nothing to think about.
No other work to do.
None to take care off.
Counting the “No’s”
it is better to keep away.
it is best to pop off. 
The mind is a great player.
At times scores a century.
At times knocks a duck.
With a little straw
it would build palaces .
With a big boulder
it would not erect a shed.
mounting pressures make it
paralysed in one way
They also make it agitated
in another sense ushering
a decayed sensibility
and a defunct stability.
It demoralise the being
getting stuck up somewhere
somewhat in a stunning
incomprehensible status.
To revive it is difficult
and assuaging back to normalcy
measures typical and severe
should step in.
Extending a hand
To the needy and ailing
Bestows a wand.
The gallery of pictures
photographs and portraits
is a welcome change
to the computer savvy
who spends hours together
in information technology
serving a nation some
thousands of kilometers away.
burning the midnight oil
and working in shifts
abusing the mind and body
all at a time with receding hair
a small paunch and thick glasses.
Walking with a lag ,eating junk food,
and gazing at the screen, almost
a man of no life and blood
but mechanism and currency
go to form the bet with a cry
whoever strains more gets more
investing in a posh apartment
pays the loan to banks in
equated monthly instalments
finally ends up as a man
relevant of wealth but an
anachronism to the niceties
of which the world is made of.
Well ,coming to the gallery,
this man walks past along
mildly touching the paintings
and photographs with amity
and love that he has
so far missed while playing
the game of making money
The bird flew in circles.
It went up and down
it was hovering high
then it descended low.
The bird then stooped down
and sulked on the ground.
Spread its feathers around.
Covering itself in the foreground.
It lay there still for a few minutes
shirking its feathers violently
it rose up in a momentous flight..
In a quick it flew away.
Turning around I saw another bird yonder
It lay still beaten to death by a passerby.
Having lost its companion the bird had
expressed its bereavement through its restlessness.
Meenas Poems 