Meenas PoemsLively eyes they say
inspiring they appear
broad forehead in a way
causing an outlook clear
sharp nose all the more
exhibiting a keenness near
pinkish lips in the manner
indicating a glamour never
pearl like teeth in a series
expressing a uniformity revere
conch shaped neck in a glow
illustrating a clarity not severe
going on by the features
concluding on the statures
forthcoming with the nature
that go to make a human
great and creative.
The coin has two sides
with the head on one side
and a tail on the other
stretching it farther
life has two facets
with an intricate insert
the happiness fills up greatly
while the melancholy sets up swiftly
reconciling to the distinctions softly
let us get along in life affably.
The juice of an orange
keeps us in a range
allowing our system to arrange
extending a lovely change
the complexion enhancing in stages
the thoughts enriching in pages
the memory doubled in no time
the body kept fine at all times
refreshing and rebounding in no time
be the magical effect of the orange juice at all times.
A feeling overwhelms
bringing into the realm
free flow of tears
as I am subjected to hear
the manipulations of people around
their connivance is extremely sound
none could see through it in the surface
being concealed well within without a trace
as far the truth goes getting betrayed
has been a way of my life in every stage
facing everything with a stoicism
I carry on accepting the realism.
Reading became an obsession
taking me away from the mundane
forgetting the earthly distraction
making me in a way sane
away from the world of inaction
where the untenable reigns
almost to a hypnotic reaction
converting achievements to wane
arresting progress in a digression
posing a life as a bane.
Carefully chosen
with no hasten
scrupulously picked
with a deliberated tick
exclusively crafted.
All for my son’s marriage
which became a rage
rising up to a delight
attracting everyone’s sight
a gift rare to find.
Desiring the same choice
as it commanded a poise
provoking everyone to distribute
the same gift with an attribute
that of exclusiveness .
Helpless I stand now
as I do not know
how to say no
as the cost might rattle
the buyers mood.
Requests come pouring
asking for a facilitating
how am I going to work?
causes a worried irk
know not how to cross over?
Mountains became slopes
slopes turn into lands
lands get 
converted into furrows
furrows look like pits
pits slowly disappear
nothing more is seen.
Celebrations all through life
with birthdays coming every year
praying to God for extra years
well , what to say at the age of sixty
that being a little more understandable
as now intense prayers for extension
goes ahead at the age of seventy
followed by eighty, ninety and hundred
not in a duration of a decade
but going by every year from sixty
and even before the age of that
with the fifty-eight, fifty-nine
going to temples and conducting poojas
with homams and abhishekams
inviting relatives and friends
laying the table and throwing out a feast
not for lunch but for days together
making people sit and watch the religious function
has become the fashion in my part of India
where people’s greed has become extraneous
wanting to become immortal and prosperous
and enjoy the life altogether with a longevity
.
there blows 
a storm in the west
hitting against the shores of the east
crossing north south in test.
Mountains are in crumbles
Oceans are up in trembles.
Land has become a gamble.
Rivers are in shambles
The land which grew grains
looks a desert without rains.
Hills which appeared magnificent
have lost their translucent.
The Seas which were soft
have risen up to great lofts.
The rivers’ were transparent
now express shabbiness apparent.
The cause for such situation
be found in the enunciation
where man’s greed is manifested
with every other resource being inflicted.
Meenas Poems 