Meenas PoemsRight in front
was a man with grunt
expressing a brunt.
Right at back
was a man in black
lying on slack.
Right on side
was a man on ride
going on stride.
Right on top
was a man standing atop
posing a stop
Right down below
was a man not shallow
nice to follow.
Forty years ago
it was a mismatch
loving to watch
and hard to snatch
being a good catch.
He being tall
slim and handsome
She with a medium height
and a sturdy built
with an impressive spark
He walking through
in stride long
she taking quick short steps
He taking life as it comes
she going about with a fervour
he an introvert
within the family
She a stalwart
in the inner circle.
Hee moved with ease with the people around
where she had her own limitations
to get along with facility
He thinks much about himself
and it was always the “I”
that comes first
She loves her family giving it a priority
especially to her children and their welfare
pushing the “I” behind.
The two have been holding hands together
not for one or two years
but for forty long years
bearing children and incidentally
giving way to grand children
away they go in mirth
hand in hand
with a quip and a skip
with anger and joy
all mixed in one go
They move forward in life
with the hope of
getting away together very quick
.
It was a peculiar event
crossing me by chance
without any real access
never intended to participate
as I never knew about it
but pulled in by a strange force
wherein it came i do not know
but it put me in the middle
blinking widely with my large eyes.
without knowing what to do
without understanding how to proceed
got into the milieu
and presided over the event
uttering something
relevant or irrelevant
I know not but got through it
with an ease and completed it
with a comfort never once fumbling
Well, a gift I possess
to get over any eventuality without difficulty.
The experience taught me a well designed philosophy
that to
meet the challenge with a bite
you are sure to emerge triumphant.
Having got no praise all through
having to cope with life all through
with reprimands and criticisms all through
with admonitions and displeasure all through
whatever I do all through
whatever efforts I put all through
goes vain all through
getting me nowhere all through
sailing in the same ocean all through
waiting for freedom all through
not got it all through
will surely reach it all though
with again falls and falters all 
that remains.
Tennis begins with
love all ,deuce and game
advantage in the middle.
Love all says
to love everybody without discrimination
deucing an advantage.
My little child
a forerunner in meeting appointments
i
s time-keeper
Every three hours
he cries with such sound
making all mad.
Louder he screams
the hungrier he seems to be
gulping the milk.
Hurriedly he drinks
getting choked in the attempt
an impatient child.
Smiles thence after
with sparkle in the eyes
looking very cute.
It is hunger
for both knowledge and food
signals a craving.
The spark in her
seen through the eyes
is but a glitter of her wit
a depiction of her intellect
showing her high skills
and lovely traits
that make her charismatic
in society and in the community
she lives with great pride and decor
She rises up to any occasions
giving out superior ideas
and bringing out an amicable treatise
with her genial spirit and acumen
and her qualities
both endearing and capturing
which are not just idealistic in the go
but very exciting and insinuating in pursuits
A lady of rare refinement and culture
hard to be seen in all the days
in past, present and future.
Limitations are holding the progress
keeping them in a digress
which is but very rigorous
as they come in action vigorous
if not followed strenuous
they burst out into an outrageous
creating a situation disastrous
falling into a pothole sacrilegious
dooming everything with an impetuous
mood of operations into a deliberate catastrophe.
The woods are dark and deep.
They are full of fear in a heap.
The birds twitter and beep.
The animals roar and sleep.
The men tread in and leap
while the wild animals make a sweep
and make hay with their reap
penetrating into the woods by a creep
with the blood soaked prey
in the tight keep
as the forest rangers go around in their jeep.
Entering into the world of dreams
where everything is a fantasy
wandering there with no thought of the world
seeing castles and lovely gardens
with men to serve and women to stand
eating from where you are and
dining the sumptuous delicacies
would be a welcome change to anyone
but it would hold good only as a change
not as a permanent walk through
as work is the only thing
that keeps us in style.
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