Meenas PoemsWith our mind oscillating
and heart always palpitating
with thoughts always changing
and ideas always altering
aith our attention not focusing
and determination tottering
we mock at the monkey jumping
from tree to tree greatly doing
it is monkey’s tricks going by a saying
in association with inconsistency said with a jeering.
A lady I know
fat and plump she grew
dark and ordinary she looked
but she was hooked
unknowingly in a young age
by a man not a sage
but who was filled with vices
being faithful in her otherwise in ties
she lived a life with him
bearing his children not dim
all the seven were brought up
she having inherited wealth topped up
by revenue from her father’s estate
lived a regal life with her husband
who was a tom boyish but grand
a play boy but had status
earned not a single cent
but extended a kindly bent
remaining hospitable all through life
she supporting him in all his strife
while he was down and fallen sick
she nursed him with the loveliest care quick
having lost him now at the ripe years
she is mostly confined to the chair with tears
counting her days to get away
having gone through the full circle in a sway.
With the buoyancy I go about
minding my work nothing more
at times there comes a depression
that paralyses me for a time
with the mind oscillating fast
and the heart palpitating vigorously
a setback hard to overcome
compelled to cross no way
I go about once again with a swiftness
that be the part of me from days young
I know this bitterness is not peculiar to me
it is a regular appointment
every one has to undergo
making one feel and fret
what is this life
full of sound and fury
with no time to stand and stare.
Day in and day out
go the years out
with the decided fall out
where men go out
searching for a living out and out
while children venture out
wanting to learn in and out
where the sun comes out
filling the world with light throughout
and naturally it goes out
plunging the world in darkness out and out
the rain failing in a time out
causing a famine and drought
with the wind blowing fiercely in a rage out
destroying the environment in a fall out
the fire with a fury breaks out
ranging across causing a rout
with that the day comes to an ending all stout
where nothing lies firm and decided in a knock out.
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