Meenas PoemsLearns he not
both in school and life
a known fool
Fool he be
no matter what it be
within his limits.
Extending his limits
is precarious to all around
they becoming fools.
Fool not he
fooling others to the core
releasing a mockery. 
The run of everyone is astonishing.
Go they by speed and terms
suitable to them in their own
Going by acceleration entertains a few.
Processing by moderation takes many.
Remaining lethargic finds its way in most.
The rate and velocity depend upon the hype
closely endorsing quickest resolutions in type.
Resolving does need an understanding deep
ploughing into the intricacies and recovering
the evidences with proofs and prohibitions
making the destination stong and fool-proof
most likely to make it practical and above criticism.
Such modulations are possible only in moderation
wherein you think, deliberate and then act
designating a sensible empowerment
and a rational investigation to decide
and promote a succinct intervention
arriving on an integrated solution.
The habit of lethargy is comfortable
in not doing anything and not deciding
keeping mum over all burning issues
allowing them to pass on their own
rain or shine nothing to stop the going.
as inertness is the motivation around
Hypocritical he be
in a way to see
praising sky-high
in your front
calling you demi god
so and so forth
all for a dime.
Dime not given
he talks ill
about you
to each one
saying that
you are a miser
and a traitor
what not and what else.
He goes about
not in words
but in actions too
making life
miserable to all
in the end
deplorabe to him too
With the wings on the fore
and the eyes on the shore
the eagle made a tore
with a resonant roar
across the ocean in a soar
attacking a gull like a boar
capturing it in a gore
causing a deafening uproar
releasing a distressed furore.
With the prey in hand
it flew back to the land
amidst its band
gathered in the sand
close to the strand
all in an attentive stand
posing a demand
unable to withstand
typical of their brand.
With a day drawing to a close.
Winding up everything in a chose.
Taking list of the activities in a pose.
Counting the dimes spent in a course.
while the eyes are enforcing a throes.
the mind goes on deliberating the pros
the cons get ahead in toes
weighing the inclusions in tens
considering the intrusions in a sense
adjusting the spectacle’s lens
browsed through the categories dense
selecting the best from them in all intense
briskly incorporated them without pretense
concluding the day’s work with impeccable sustenance.
at the stoke of midnight know not
sleep came from whence.
Snow falling know not I
as I am in a hot country
where I see only the bright sun
almost all through.
At times I see storm and rain
Rain pouring incessantly
flooding the roads
invading the towns
making life impossible.
The sun scorches
all day long
extending a sweat
uncontrollable
and a thirst
unquenchable.
That be the place
where I lived and live.
all through
my life. 
Cry not i
when saddened.
Shy not I
when ridiculed
Ply not I
when burdened.
Tie not I
when laden.
Fly not i
when driven.
Die not i
when forsaken.
Standing always
for the down trodden.
It was a sensation peculiar
a kind of itch not clear.
turning red and pink in a gear.
With the heat mounting steep
the feeling got so deep
making one unable to sleep.
Could it be a plain rash?
or would it be an epidemical lash?
that breaks out with seasonal clash.
The fever rose high
with the rashes going more red
than the gush of blood.
it is a case of German Measles
that has broken out in a stroke
catching the old and young in a yoke.
Lasting for a couple of days
finally went away as it came in an efface
leaving a temporary set back in place.
In a nutshell
abridging the power in a cell
calling it i pad.
The tiny i pad
synchronises voices and messages
in one go. 
A bird was hopping on the grass
while another one went behind in a flash
tracking all through perhaps a lass.
The bird went to and fro shunning the lass
while the friend trotted behind in a slash
seeming to pacify the former with a crash.
The former took in speed from the grass
while the paramour flew behind in a dash
as though intending to offer a hash.
Perceiving them I had a story not trash
looking at the birds from behind the glass
lest going in front would distract them in a bash.
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