Meenas PoemsHelp those who are needy
not in a rush but steady
as they are really ready
being waiting with hope
give them a long rope
pull them from the slope
whenever you could do
with whatever might in true
as they are under the embrace
almost with the hungry face
taken care by the growing stone of hope
give your hand to those with hope
try to nurture them with all hope.
This post is in support The Growing Stone of Hope.
Any desire is an outcome
that be of food or shopping
or be of achievement and power
arising out of a need , requirement
or more subtly termed as discontent.
The pressing need overwhelms
the desire punches out extensively
a craving sets in disastrously
a longing lasts deliberately
that cannot be checked at cost.
The food prepared at home
being not to taste and palatable
with no variety and style in the go
the liking to dine out
spurts up incessantly .
The requirement of things
that be the accessories
or be the provisions
a one time shopping would do
being pervasive and invasive.
The small and tiny purchase
necessitated by the love for buying
prompts a go out for the sake
that be the habit prone
could do nothing but to rush out.
The satisfaction with what one has
be it food ,power or wealth
the contentment one develops
during the course of life
settles their want and presents no venturing.
As I talk and write now’
I could visualise for sure
many rising their brows
looking daggers at me
calling me an anachronism
an out dated person in the go.
There be a morn
with no sun
There be a night
with no stars
There be a woman
with no beauty.
There be a man
with no sense
There be a hill
with no trees 
There be a river
with no water
Oh! there is everything around
nothing being good.
That be the day
when the world
comes to an end.
With the morn
there rises the sun slowly
bringing in glory 
Sleeping with the windows all closed
with curtains pulled over safe and secured
with the air conditioner buzzing
and the fan revolving
the sun rise is never seen being a treat
nor the birds early morning greets
else the breeze that kisses your face
all go without being heard or being traced
knowing not for ever intensely
how much of nature’s liveliness
that bid the mind and body
that send significant energy down the system
goes unseen and unfelt
Not being the fault of Nature
very much the practice of human
seeking solace in artificiality
ignoring the natural benefits in a sensation
then go in search of such relaxation
where again the fellow-man makes money
with resorts and spas all over in plenty 
A disgrace to man indeed!
.
The day dawns
with the chirp and chatter
from birds near .
