Meenas PoemsBoiling over the kettle
whistled all in a settle
puffing and pushing
the steam escaping
through the gap
the heat is in a trap
if closed perfect
could bring effects
that would work out great
so do the heart
with its feelings in chart
would rise up and burst
if let in a with a fret
that be properly redeemed
would go down in the steam
and fizzle out in no time
bringing good chimes.
The shops do roll out
fascinations great and lovely
with a host of new arrivals
and a stock of traditional
catering to the category
that of fashionable and customary
inviting customers old and new
caring for them with full heart
extending a warm cordiality
that be lacking in malls
where sales become mechanical
with sales persons work for commissions
that be more the volume of 
sales
there be increase in their pay pack
as money takes the cue with strength
the one to one affinity gets back
just a mechanical process
bereft of gestures fine.
The day turns out to be one of vain
as people go bragging for gain
going by the words not true
standing out for things that grew
on a soil laden by lies
as these lies get ahead in tries
bringing fortunes to those
who like to reap in a chose
with benefits much and great
that make them rich and powerful 
as wealth brings fame too
a comfort that none other could buy
that would last until one dies
that
The sweat goes without saying
through the throng in a going
with only a few being occupied
the rest remain satisfied
enjoying the fruits of the hard-working
passing comments without reckoning
not doing things at all in the move
but kidding over that being done with a reprove
building over the perspiration of those who do
finally ejecting them out from the main stream in a go
that has been the fate of those who toil
not leaving anything in the midst of the boil
tending with great care and attention
really getting nothing back only detention.
The foil thin and transparent
could be seen through being apparent
having a silvery shine and glow
the tenacity it has in a flow
could hold all things in one go
be it heavy, light, mild or sticky in row
never giving out its content
closely holding them with intent
an easy pack to carry in hand
essentially disposable when thrown in sand
that is what we human do unmindful
discarding that has served us in full
never a thought crosses and holds back
down it goes into the drain all into the track
clogging the outlets thick and stock
that has taken me away from the talk
about the foil in the regular run
it is always my way not in fun
coming back to the topic in short
have to conclude thus in a bought 
the foil though being very meagre in merit
has a lot to be sung to its credit.
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