Meenas PoemsThe baby with a bottle
was caught in a throttle
as he was sucking the juice
with a forceful choose
coughing in intervals
regurgitating in levels
looking teary eyed
and being clumsily tied
feeling uncomfortable all the more
sobbing for his mother even more..
The detachment in me gets out of the spring
calling me with a continuous ring
forcing me to get away from the swing
and recuse myself from the worldly tinge
Aiming to get away and withdraw from the din
I keep myself from the clasping pin
estranging myself from the ordained grin
living a life of withdrawal much far from the trashy bin
This has been the trend for time I follow
but to my horror I hear someone bellow
with terms in lively green and yellow
putting me in a piquant hollow.
The interaction that takes place all along
between me and others in a long
do not put me in a belong
making me uncomfortable and run a furlong.
The shell I am used to live
has become so narrow and not give
anything to anybody with a forgive
deemed 
to be an exclusive state without reprieve.
That being so from my birth
having been a being with moderate mirth
wish to live the remaining days with a breath
as a being unknown and insignificant in earth.
The excess of anything is a danger
as it causes an intoxication in a ranger
be it food in a 
quantity beyond
as indulgence lands in orbits of outbound
be it wealth in a way
as opulence takes you far away
be it temper striking entire
as the gravity stabs the interior
be it brains in a say
as intelligence touches lunatic stray
be it passion in straight
as sensual extravagance creates a blight
be it fashion in show
as over exposure brings you to bow.
be it mercy in the go
as tenderness pitches you against a foe
anything right or wrong
a moderation should be your song
as it would put you in a stature
lively and delicate making you great and mature.
Meenas Poems 