Meenas PoemsRains come fast
Thunders with a blast
lightning with a cast
all come without a past
creating a toss
bringing about a farce
making men cross
and their actions harsh
well, where did i start?
Where am I now?
I have got away from the track
going into the crack
Oh! am I deviating from the path
making me a target of wrath.
No! i should step away
as I am getting in and out.
without any substance.
Rejuvenating the mind
refreshing the body
relaxing in a couch
reading a book
redefining life
rediscovering truth
reinforcing faith
recalling belief
reinstating cheer
refurbishing the old
recasting the synergy
reinstalling the energy
reuniting the divisive
resuming 
the hope
recovering the lost
resembling the divine
goes the world
in a reinventing motion.
Living in solitude
confined to himself all alone
became a recluse.
Living in multitude
interacting with every one
became over fused.
Saw a large eagle
perched high up
looking all around
with eyes burning
Well, down below
saw the sparrows
trembling with fear
squeaking incessantly.
Peeping through the window
saw a little sparrow lying half dead
with its wings fluttering
groaning in pain.
With the heavy heart
rushed out to bring the sparrow in
The eagle overtook me
and lifted it high above.
Nothing more to keep firm.
nothing else to hold intact.
So saying the lady
walked out in disdain
spilling out a displeasure
that had rocked her for years.
It is a truth that she was deprived.
Her patience has been tested.
Brooking no more of such deceit
she walked out with disdain
spilling out her displeasure.
that burnt her all these years.
Each word when recalled still pierces.
Each act when recollected still hurts.
Each move when remembered still deflects.
The lady walked out in disdain
spilling out the displeasure
that had wrecked her life all these years.
The walk of disdain would not stay calm.
The thought of anger would remain composed.
The feeling of loss would not keep long
All would bring out a tumultuous thunder
breaking the family into a pieced flounder
.
Cries in vain
shedding crocodile tears in slain.
grabs the main
Eats the pie
shells out not a pie
makes a pound.
Takes a pound
as interest towards the flesh
modern Shylock home.
Let me tell you
there is a limit
to arguments in true
keeping the remits
in the bank’s glue
is but an emit
of venom in blue.
creating a demerit
leaving a clue
of an incipit
exchange of rue
causing a dissipate
of trust in truth.
The power makes you
a king of all world
an emperor par excellence
wealthiest man across
as power could buy
many things wholesome
wealth and wealth
strength and strength
keeping you flying in the air
and floating over water 
in a grand
never walking on the land.
It could also mar you
making you power drunk
a power maniac
sucking the blood
of others like a parasite
making them cry and wail
instil an arrogance and
develop an authority
carrying on illegal
and illicit transactions in a row
in a round, wide and narrow
The Falstaffian humour
with a kind of rascalism
and with subtle satirical reference
adds to the whimsical in general
serving as an interlude in particular.
The Falstaff of Shakespeare
being a bundle of contradiction
with a large body and
a mischievous humour
is a real enchanting character.
Such humour with a modulation
and with the overture of geniality
is rare to find in this modern world
both in literature and real life
a character with enormous vigour
With a perfect body language
he jokes making others laugh
He being a knave without malice
and a liar without deceit
also a knight without valour.
His wit is quick and sharp .
lending a non-moral humour
ridiculing the ideals of manhood
and criticising the ideas of valour.
tagging them both with irreverence .
Crafting such a person of mirth
combining happiness with humour
fitting them in a structure huge and fat
making him talk with roguish temper
is the ability of the great master Shakespeare.
The fish floating on water
calls to the bird flying in the aiir
which in turn calls to the horse
galloping on the land .
The horse carrying the man
speaks not for fear of being beaten.
it goes on a trot into the woods
the man going on and on.
Tired and exhausted the horse stands put
not able to take one step further
it reclines down near a pond
and looks at the ripples in the water.
The fish tossing over comes above
seeing the horse ‘s condition calls the bird
who gets into the pond and makes a flutter
bringing out lot of cool breeze and pushing out cool water.
The horse drank the water to its heart’s content
thanking the fish for its timely help
gets up while the man comes after a meal heavy,
climbs on the horse and rides off.
The animals and birds show feelings of love
while man selfish as he is thinks of none
but goes on with his job unperturbed
always placing the ‘I’ in front of everything.
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