Meenas PoemsMissing the time
catches you on wrong foot.
time flies in speed
waiting for no food
time jumps over
crossing the flood
time hops on board
going through a float
time stumbles never
persuading no flow
time chimes on time
ringing all time.
We save money for our children.
We invest in shares and stocks
multiply the money in geometrical progression
buy properties and allow them to appreciate
thus grows money in arithmetical progression
purchase gold in lots and in kilograms
which again hops up to heights
Well, we have saved a fortune for our progeny
and live in peace with the aim to earn more.
The life goes round earning and saving money.
We forget the rest in an easy memory loss.
Having spoilt all the natural resources
having excavated volumes of sand from riverbeds
making them now look like a desert.
having felled all trees for ruthless expansion
leaving the ground dry and desolate
having dug the earth deep for water
turning it into a tattered empty shell
having resorted to artificial coolers and heaters
emitting carbon monoxide destroying the ozone
having adapted to fast food culture
resulting in terminal illness and speedy death
having fertilised the crops with inorganic manure
subjecting the mother earth to a chemical reaction
converting her to a barren unproductive land.
What are we going to leave to our children?
A waterless river running all through
A land without any greenery .
A ground with scars and holes.
An ozone totally shattered.
A generation bereft of immunity.
An unproductive land where nothing could grow.
This is what we have saved for our offsprings
who would see no springs or lakes
but envisage stretches of land
bare and torn very 
badly injured.
Endangered by the epidemic
with dengue and malaria on the anvil
mosquitoes humming in rhythmic
saying that monsoon has failed in the wheel
scarcity of water being the cause of misery
the civic authorities remain dazed in ignorance
knowing not what to do to stop the infectious emissary
as all along they had been busy in reference
not to their duties but in filling their treasury
sharing with not the have-nots in inference
but making their families revel in wealth mostly
now the tiny insect has bit them so hard with a difference
stinging them not physically but in a way discordantly
hitting their morality forcibly 
that they stand in preference
accused in front of the public and legality
with true sense of guilt and indifference
The moon haunts me
with its glory and shine
never it is less than fine
waning and waxing in nine
a fortnight it grows
a fortnight it fades
a cycle so expressive
a scale of economy
with growth and fall
seen mostly in recent calls
a yardstick for man while living
flourishing and thriving
crumbling and deteriorating
found all through the existence
a denote to the world in a sense
which sees great movements
punctuated by rise and calamities
all in a cycle and all very natural in entities
as the new moon gradually in
ascends and becomes full in course
and the full moon equally in browse
descends and turns nil in source
a way of life in terms of resource
symbolising rise and fall in a way
with an illustration of the day
once every month in a pray
and twelve times every year in the say
Could we expect in all the influential sway
a better master than Moon ?
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