Meenas PoemsWith rains light
come a spright.
With rains heavy
come the levy.
With rains scarce
come a sparse.
With rains plenty
come in prosperity.
So as the magnitudes vary
there arise a quandary
as some complicate
others reiterate
The rains do hold
a relativity in ties.
Rains do play havoc
The one which is so sweet
turns unpleasant
That is true in all things
with rains bestowing prosperity
and destroying extensively
bringing misfortune
and loss of life
all in one go
while thrashing heavily.
Rains fall
with force
drenching the areas
flooding the rivers
gets into the houses
pulls along with it
men and things
irrespective of their status
It happens in a flash
and the thrash
devours the whole
in a gulp sole
leaving everyone aghast
and everything ghastly.
The land looks refreshed as if it had a bath
fresh and cheerful daintily dressed in spic and span
The trees looked green cleared from the dust.
The flowers shine bright with the rain drops twinkling bright.
The land mass lay carefully pressed with the moisture
lent extensively by the copious rains releasing a texture.
The farmlands show a fecundity and lustre
With prosperity all around
the land and people go
around
making merry and love.
With little rains
the land goes dry
parched and desert like
the rivers look haggard
people going in for water
walking all the way
from one end to other
sometimes long distances
with a pot on the head and another on the hip.
The animals suffer and death occur
spoiling the fauna.
The birds migrate to regions
where there is water
What a deviation unpleasant!
making life miserable
as water sustains the world entire.
With the rains pouring all over
seeing it falling is a pleasure moreover.
The droplets fall sharply on the ground
piercing through to the deep ground.
replenishing the soil with a wetness
giving it a fertility with a coolness
Flowing through the area in dearth
and getting suck by the earth
the rain disappears as it comes.
Yet the gleam it delivers
in a pleasant move is miraculous.
The rain fell on the roof
causing a clatter.
The drops were so heavy
creating a shatter.
The rain poured through the roof
coming in a downpour.
The water seeped in
making a muddle
With water outside
and water inside
knew not what to do
Sat in the interior
with an umbrella over.
Spinning does life goes in speed
with lots of ups and downs
with bumps and falls
Falling down we get up
Falling flat we turn around
Falling over we get over.
so goes on life both in joy and melancholy
both in strife and stroke
both with promise and default
Up and Up it rises up one time.
Down and down it relapses another time
The spinning is not consistent
neither it is constant
Heaping up praise on one side
Targeting with mud-slinging on other side.
Spinning goes on with noise and clatter
bringing fortune and mishap
extending love and hate
bestowing grace and mercy
all the same in a width
and all the more in length
Spinning does the life end
with the curtains coming down.
.
The mind spins in all directions
not knowing what to do
stood in a place with lot of distractions
unable to control the spinning
sat in a place away from action.
It did not find a resolution
but started going in circles
round and round it spins
making the head ache
and the body restless
not knowing what to do
lay down in the bed for a time
closing the eyes and thinking of nothing
Opening out the windows
the fresh air gushed in
relieving the ache
and relaxing the mind.
The mind then stopped spinning
and settled in peace
With spinning yarn did come spinning money
which had never been my home.
Money and I keep a distance
or to put it in more precise terms
Money stands always a few yards from me.
With what little I have I did live all these years
in perfect happiness and contentment
bringing up children and maintaining the life style in a way
balancing like a circus man waking over the rope.
Did I say that i balanced
nay I was made to tread on tight ropes
with meagre sanctions constituting little denominations.
I know not why I failed in making money
whereas I found success in all other attempts
Well, that be my deficiency not slight
but very impressive that makes me at times amused.
Bemused i spin yarn, tales but not money
which is the best of all the three
As the fox says grapes are sour
when it could not reach them
I come out with this thought
that money is not all that it looks.
and it cannot bring happiness.
It might sound a reconciliation to you
but it is a resurrection to me.
Had been in the trade of spinning yarn
manufacturing cotton yarn
from coarser counts to finer ones
for almost three decade
With the market not going steady
and with the outlook for conservative spinning
being not congenial for manufacturing yarn
shifted out to something viable
and with ample time in hand
started spinning tales
in a way they are also yarn
writing about that had happened and that
would happen in the future
with little frills and frescoes
falling into the rhyme schemes
certain times out of it
penning what I know
in a way I know
how people take to
I do not know
but I go on spinning
with a vow not to give up
at any time
whatever might be the outcome
that is all I know.
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