Meenas PoemsFar from the earth
there in the dearth
there being a species
tall and high in the treatise
something rare in the world
almost extinct in the world.
These being a variety of bird
dynamic in the earthen gird
peculiar in habits and post
with looks down cast
moving almost very fast
taking flight even faster.
The bird is called differently
hard to spell independently
needing a prompt assuredly
hard to pronounce legitimately
being a tough variance
calling for a radiance.
With the aching mind
and still more aching leg
with the splitting head
and a still more splitting heart burn
with an excruciating throat pain
and a still more excruciating stomach ache
with a nagging back pain
and a still more nagging eye infection
she goes about with a lot of cheer
and with still more service mindedness.
A noble soul she is in real
being an embodiment of 
benevolence.
Dates get out of mind
days I do not find
I close my mind
having in hind
no thoughts to bind
nothing to grind
only wishing for peace
nothing in a fleece
wanting
to nestle among trees
amidst heavenly bliss.
Eating a pie
with a shy
saw a child
looking very mild
with smile in her eyes
looking very nice
a darling in the make
now eating a cake
but having a future bright
as seen in the her face right
face being the index of the mind
well, certainly she is a great find.
The fever and fret with which the world revolves.
The haste and waste with which the life evolves.
The craze and phase with which the existence undergoes.
The feel and steal with which the living is forced
All take place in a span of few decades
which is allotted to individuals in a facade .
The earth moves on rotating on its own axis
with the inhabitants going about with their own practice
Not 
concerned about the environment internal and external
casting a diabolical consequence knowingly or unknowingly in all.
A man I know is a 
miser
writing accounts in a one side paper
acts like a preacher
telling things baseless in a taper.
His handwriting lies down on the paper
small and meagre to see really
but he keeps writing on every paper
that is available without fee cheaply.
He wears a dress for three days continuously
smelly and crushed all the way
It is simplicity he proudly says voluntarily
remaining partly clad most of the day
He lives on other people’s wealth comfortably
posing to manage them with skill cleverly
He eats nothing that gives health invariably
but raises and charges a fat bill absolutely
He has lived so far and so long
doing nothing in style
yet men like him do live in wrong
living a life in guile
Love thy neighbour as thyself
goes the great B
ible.
How many of us follow the parable?
as we love ourselves most in this gamble
as we do not think of any preamble
we get on busy with our ramble
forgetting that there are others in the stumble
waiting for their opportunity in the rumble
but we ignore them without a tremble
focusing on our own advance in the dabble
where we like horses race to get the best in the label
ending up at times with glory in the stable
but it would put you down in all probable.
The desire in man grows horizontally.
The greed in him sp
urts vertically.
With the desire and greed together he looks tall
unaware of the moment he is going to fall.
In India most marriages being arranged
with love marriages being not favoured
while attending a wedding of a friend’s son
who being an excellent chef in the run
saw the boy’s mother in tears
she was all along in fear
as how she is going to find a bride
as people regard culinary expertise as only a side
being not a preferred profession for them
while software professionals rule the realm
this skill has become not a worthy one
and the girl’s parents consider not this one
as a suitable match for their daughter
with that the boy being not in the matrimonial market
the mother lost all hopes of reaching the target
therein arose her disappointment and distinction
her health deteriorated and she had an infraction
being in a ticklish turmoil all the while
only now she looks relieved and in style
as she has succeeded in fixing a girl for her son
finally she would relax and live life in fun.
Rain falling all around the place
but not on the very specified spot
made one wonder and gaze
as that area was unusually hot
being out of focus in a phase
falling well behind in a shot
with the rainfall in a maze
and the area getting deficit rain in short
that being no other than my place
which is called Madurai the city of ancient lot.
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