Meenas PoemsThe chatter and play
that made us all gay
has left the fray
as stillness comes along
where silence is a belong
bringing in a long
while there reigns a quietness
with it rises a sadness
where there is an awareness
that indicates an alertness
where one has to be careful
lest there would be a situation dreadful
releasing a scare and a dare
all at the same time absolutely bare
letting out a feeling of despondency
very awful and greatly fearful.
The child is into dancing now
she is also learning music with love
She knows to swim and skate
and does them swiftly in a spate
she does mathematics
and is good at histrionics
reads story books at bed time
solves scrambles in no time
does all things with great spirit
beams her mother with pride
turning affably to her daughter by her side
who in a soft voice sadly says
I do not play.
With the basics going hot
the requirements growing more
there is a financial short
while the balancing act takes the fore
an acrobatic fundamental is to be taught
as the household budget assumes a roar
making the struggle hard to be fought
wherein the deficit runs to the core
causing a liability which should never be sought.
The parental enthusiasm has no limit
inducing the child to get beyond the summit
putting him to an unwanted strain
leaving him in a most difficult pain.
Acceding to their compulsion
unable to vent out his repulsion
he moves about in a dilemma
having to put up with a trauma .
His childhood is dreadful
not able to take decision rightful
depending on his parent’s wish
his days go off in a fizz.
Considerate parents take their wards far
the less cordial bring about a char
while most children climb over
the rest are pushed down ever.
Giving a liberty to a level right
allowing them to grow up straight
with an eye of distant care
would generate a success 
fair.
Meenas Poems 