Meenas PoemsThe water dashed on the rocks
turned inside with a brush.
The wind stuck on the hillocks
went back in a rush.
The rains fell heavily on the land locks
decreased in a hush.
The devastation was terrific on the flocks
creating a violent crush.
There ends everything on the dock
making nothing out in a fuss.
A lively day with action
getting lot of reaction
multiplied in fraction
seen in great faction
heard in situation
fastened by traction
undergoing a deletion
finding no reason
withstanding all treason
going ahead in fashion
reaching the culmination
with no obstruction
thus the day went by in precision
as the action came to a stop with a fusion
where good and bad confront in a notion
while great and small clash in a notation
as the valid and fake pose a confrontation
the day came to a close away from the stipulated location.
Having been busy all through the day
felt the pain in the knee at night
gnawing and splitting in a way
unable to sleep for an hour even slight
the pain was excruciating and acute
lying down seemed a problem great
sitting up posed an obligation statute
what am I to do ? I very much hate
myself and my knee all to be pulled apart
throwing them into the dustbin at last
before becoming a stumbling puppet
intending to race 
out of the world in a start.
Having lived in a status seclude
with the children married and living away
locked to one another in a schedule’
a new entry 
causes a flutter in a way
forcing an adjustment in the include
that makes us dislocated for a day
spending time having in mind our own plans
each one not intruding into another
we experience a proximity in stance
frequently quarrelling with one another
reconciling easily and that too at once
The routine has been so for a while
keeping us happy in a style.
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