Meenas Poems
Drought and famine found in certain places.
Floods and death seen in other places
Any way there being tragedy in all places
Who is responsible for these phases?
You and I along with different faces
make this beautiful earth faceless.
The sky is blue
with dark clouds few
appearing dazzlingly new
throwing a beautiful hue
with the birds flying in a queue
presenting 
a graceful designation true.
Compete you may
not for laurels and prize
only for fun
Sitting in the middle of the crowd
listening not with attention to people talking loud
has become my pastime from days long ago.
Being part of the crowd is involuntary
as having to attend functions is compulsory
has been my way of life from days long ago.
Talks keep me in wonder and terror
as I follow them from yonder
that holds no fundamentals from days long ago.
Amazed at the irrelevance and biting reference
I remain scary of the concluding inference
which incites the hearer from days long ago.
Being in the middle and at the same time away
Not being a part of it with thoughts nestling away
has been my procedure all through the days.
Sounding odd and different I go about
with people calling me proud
enduring their mock I carry on undisturbed.
Mergers and acquisitions go in a speed
leading to an indirect feed
one getting amalgamated into another
with the acquirer becoming greater
and the acquired getting insignificant sooner
with business completely transferred to the other
.
Merger is a subtler form of acquisition
taking up the existing in a motion
bringing into the fold gradually
the existing clientele in a mannerly
accounting for a smooth transition discreetly
performing an execution neat and intrinsic 
Acquisition is a bold move
taking into consideration every proof
getting ahead with a plan and strategy
leaving the undesired in the synergy
accepting the wanted only in a hush
proposing to demonstrate with a rush.
Mergers and acquisitions are fast nowadays
with the global economy in shatters in days
with shutdowns and corruptions marking the economy
the failures besiege the world like a Tsunami
and the failed being embraced by the successful
finally losing their identity in full.
as it goes on in a slow
Publishing makes one nervous
Writing is a flow natural
being very much spontaneous
Getting it into print is strain literal
where there emanates pain laborious.
Writing with ease when and where
with none to go about in tease there
an effort that is privately own
going by the thoughts grown
decorating them with wordy to
nes.
Getting published is every writer’s wish
getting publishers is a great risk.
with every publication turning away in a fizz
the writer loses his tempo in a brisk
thus many works get away not recognised by a kiss.
Rains did come after a long time.
that being a month’s time
when the town is out of time
experiencing only hotness all time
with no water available every time
the land turned a desert of all time
people perspiring and fuming most time
the down pour comes late in time
bringing in a happy time
when people would rejoice for some time
expecting copious rains in coming times
they need to replenish their stock in no time.
Indeed rains should come for all at all times.
Life has many things for you
wonderful and marvellous
doleful and disastrous.
The one that comes first
and the other that comes behind
come on their own way
not controlled by any
nor decided by many.
With the great and good
with the bad and rude
life gets on in the road
dragging along the issues broad
taking into account deeds performed
focusing on the good you do lovingly
rewarding you with best greatly.
No reason could you attribute
nothing could be distributed
as everything is ruled by fate
which is preordained and slated
Living well and doing good be the way
which would certainly make us gay.
A girl I know just out of her teens
not a real beauty but a smart kid
not very fair but wheatish in complexion
blessed with a pretty smile
Intelligence being her forte
Pleasant being her charm
spread radiance all round
making her mother happy
bringing fame to her father
a duty bound in law
a loving wife to her husband
and a doting mother
on the whole a damsel great
died a few hours ago
being not a natural death
but an accident gruesome
shattering her head
and plucking her little daughter
she breathed her last
as she being always in a hurry
got married early
gained motherhood early still
and left the world also early
with a hasten and movement fast
leaving her poor mother stunned and shaken
releasing a grief and a loss irreparable.
Dig did he into his mind
could not get any new find.
Dig did he into his pocket
could not unlock the locket
Dig did he into his wallet leather
could not satisfy his wishes tender.
Dig did he into his cup board
could trace nothing with the code
Dig did he into the past
could not track the lost
Dig did he into the archives
could not retrieve
D
ig did he into everything
including his blog dashboard
finding nothing on board
he stood exhausted and bored.
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