Meenas PoemsI am going to be ten
jolly well cries my grand-daughter.
I am going to be twenty
cries my nephew with joy.
I would be thirty plus
beams my son with pride.
I am turning forty
tells my brother softly.
I am on my way to fifty
speaks my cousin meekly.
Well, I would be sixty soon
say I demurely .
Well as the age goes
the people grow
so do their voice show
from high to low
with a mellow
that be the go
as years flow
taking us nearer to the grave
turning stoic and brave.
The flower over there
looks from there
blooming in the sun shine
holding us in a bind.
Having not thought of attracting
it blossoms with no thinking
delighting the onlooker great
never once bargaining the rate.
Any work of art might it be
great or small let it be
should command the views
never advertise any clues.
They be recognised for their merit
get across the board in credit
let not they be thrown out for propaganda
as that could destroy their agenda.
The part that which comes up for sale
acquires a look haggard and pale
with selling becoming the motive
there is no grade in the retrieve.
Bees go to the flower for honey
birds surround the trees for fruits though tiny
that be the procedure all through
with works of art more true.
Straightening my neck which is aching
I see through my window with a longing
as the window shows me the world
not that world that everyone sees
but my own world of trees and plants
birds and monkeys all around
busy going about with their work
not bothered about rain or shine
nor about rumour or slander
the birds fly about with a search
the monkeys along with a hunt
do some jolly good pranks
all of them keep me entertaining
and I feel blessed and pleased
as being with them relieve
my neck in specific
and assuage my mind in general 
The chinese over here
are 
going gay with New Year
being in malaysia for generations together
far away from their mainland
firing crackers and enjoying
going to the temples and praying
that being the Year of the Horse
where everything would go in a gallop
as the astrologers predict
there could be volcano eruptions
and unrest among the people
conflicts would mount
tensions would prevail
with business not so glittering
while the lumber business
would prosper and thrive
there be a lie down
for those born in the year of Horse
as the Ying-Yang is not balanced
with the Chinese astrologers
giving all sorts of cautions
but the year has begun
let us wait for another twelve months
and find out what is in store
The physical exertion
makes the body tired
the limbs go aching
the joints cry for rest
the bending and straightening
takes the toll in a grip 
with the perspiration huge
the body loses its power
becoming a sordid waste.
The mind in its full exercise
calls for a rest almost pressing
as being totally exhausted
with thinking and planning
strategical and provisional
how to get along smooth
and how to execute carefully
that becomes an obsession
taking the life out to a naught
Been in the farm
which was out of form
having layers in form
that have to be cleared from form
needing to establish the form
had to work in full form
without any let out in form
accomplished the redoing to fullest form
thus restoring the farm
back to its original form
then left the farm
with a satisfaction in absolute form
that of bringing back to form.
The drama which men put up
not on the stage , I mean
but in real life , I indicate
without rehearsals and demonstrations
that comes naturally in the flow
enacted with such speciality in the wing
taking not much attention to perform
doing it all by the wink of the eye
tracing the feelings to the full
crying with feelings and shedding tears
breaking down and wiping the eyes
sobbing and whimpering all the more
exclaiming with a surprise
amazing it looks to see them do
going by the apparent it is deadly pathetic
getting into the depth realise a drama
where there is no truth
being there no place for pathos
it being all a melodrama in the go.
The take we have in life
let be our own and self
not be depended on any other
with a broad spectrum convincing
that be one of a perception large
considering the major proposition
discarding the minor proportions
framing a distinct program
encompassing the values and intentions
that would take us high up in stride
never mind the rumours and talks
that go around settling a set back
be that our goal all through
none could pull us from the status
where we are placed in comfort
seeking peace and contentment.
Going back home
after a day’s long roa
brought me peace
shadowing me from tease
sheltering me from sun
ushering in a lot of fun
returning found I
great comfort in no lie.
There be a fight between man and wife
it had been all through in their life
the man being in an enviable position
the woman too behind him in all decision
never had they spent one night peaceful
quarrelling and making life doleful
with both of them having lot of brains
but every time there was a strain
so they lived for years together
with no understanding rather
One day the shout rose high
the wife wrote a letter and cried
she went to sleep in her hotel room
the night predicted a doom
as the man slipped from the highest floor
fell down dead before the door
there came an end to their fight
while the woman cried the whole night
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