Meenas PoemsEating at times
proper and at regular intervals
brings healthy chimes.
Chimes strike great
with spontaneity and lively tunes
if rung right.
Ringing at hours
the clock suffers an infraction
stopping at covers
With a stop
there emerges a fall out
that rushes atop.
There over atop
could see a big world
without a full stop.
With the movement of cyclical turn
the debris getting exhumed in a burn
while the cinders lay in a diffusible churn
the whole area seemed messy and abandoned
with the feeling of the environment getting
holding the hands tight-fisted against such disaster
could not keep the lips 
tight-lipped any more in anger
got ahead with the protests to the town council straight
who promised to look into it with a heavy punishment right
kept not their words but joined hands with the harm through
resting the town in more destruction and hazard being true
while I stood helpless and all alone in the wilderness static
without any one to support and help me to cross over the drastic.
The man being a maker of trouble
going past all the norms in a treble
talks as if he knows a lot
remarking on each and every slot
shouting unnecessarily in a situation
that demands a moderate resolution
swearing by the Gods names
calling them to substantiate his claims
there he goes with a distaste
while people have started him to hate
he thinks he has won over a place
totally unaware that he has to face a chase
which would make him run for his life
and destroy his way of life
as he has to throw his towels
and abandon his profession
because none relish his intrusion
being audaciously disquieting
and regularly
scorning
he would find himself in hell
if not he stops his shouts and yell.
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