It has become sour and hot
as the tea becomes cold and insipid
relations getting estranged
as the tea remains distasteful
with money and property
assuming great proportions
tempers rising high
words turning foul
accusing and alleging each other
the one who has the power
the one who has the key
keeps adamant all through
squandering and swallowing
the resource and revenue
making the others stand behind
forcing a beseech and a plight
unprecedented and unwanted
he happily enjoying all the fruit
throwing the skin and the seed
while the rest in restlessness
unable to brook any longer
grab his collars and drag h
im
all around the streets
sealing him in a corner
lest not he would leave nothing
not even the skin and seed
that be the disaster it portends
that be the dismay it extends.
Meenas Poems 