Meenas PoemsTurning deaf to criticisms
he walked across the aisle
not lending his ears to the chatter .
Pretending to be blind
he crossed the patio
not casting his eyes at the glare.
Posing to be dumb
he passed the entrance
not opening his mouth to the flatter.
With his senses all perfect
he proposed an imperfection
moving right away from the banter.
An outflow of words
there being no meaning
but be it full of notes
pleasing to the ears
making the heart happy
getting into the depth
there we feel no sense 
as it is a string of words
blowing up too much
nothing pertaining to reality
something bordering on emptiness
yet it reaches many and more
how much it be shallow
that does not bother
but raised to great levels
by the one who uttered
and by the one who heard
that being the easiest way
the facile win all over
called as an interesting conversation
termed as an engaging convention.
The fortune Ivisualize
being not one of wealth
not also of prosperity
that every one wishes
but one of understanding
one of benevolence
that goes with a prowess
with an acumen
one being of skill and tact
a way to live in this world
full of deceit and scandal
relying on power and greed
a tone different and unusual
a texture altogether distinct
believing in skill and knack
that be the way in particular
that be the schedule in specific
as of how to live in the strange world.
Is it not a fortune that all long for?
His motive being
seeking and scanning the truth
detects nothing such.
