Meenas PoemsCalling for water
queuing up in roads for water
walking miles for a pot of water
has become the way in charter
of M
adurai in this quarter
seeming like a barter
not a worthwhile carter
as primarily water
has become a matter
that strikes with a clatter
the scarcity is not a flatter
it is a real shatter
converting the land to a totter
and the people to chatter
about the pernicious slaughter
of the environment to a disaster
making it unfit to live hereafter.
Barring a few
the rest in the long queue
got impatient with the procedures new
which seemed to be without clue
have to wait with tolerance in blue
grumbling and mumbling in rue
Well. that has been the way in true
as one has to go with in diligence 
due
giving merit to the rules through and through
as a rush would bring a break and a slew
ransacking the whole issue in a violent brew
delivering the result in a doleful hue
converting it into a programme to sue.
The song was scintillating
went through the heart
leaving the mind in tranquillity
being sung with such fervour
that the raga Mohana
kalyani descended
as an apparition from heaven
a combination of two ragas
exciting the ears that listened
enhancing the spirit that got mesmerised
as the rendition on the high scale
was a rhapsodical delivery
blending of the two lovely ragas
one in the ascending scale
with one in the descending
raising the lovers of music to ecstasy
above all levels of human strain.
Reaching out to all
should be everyone’s call
going by the natural fall
have to get into the interacting
with a lively and involved reacting
getting straight into it without faltering
hastening to meet people in the run
moving close to them not for fun
but with an intention to turn
the society that has gone astray
has become unruly in a way
impeding the progress in the fray
and suppressing the prosperity.
The reach here comes into the count
with the mission to dispel the stunt
saving society from the deadliest brunt.
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