Meenas PoemsWhen you pay much attention
there would be no improvement
when you least show interest
there comes a new impetus
that not
be in the field of writing alone
found in areas of business too
so much more in relations far more
as they start turning to you
once you turn away from them.
No further Action
keeps me abreast
wondering what it is
is it an action taken
and then calling for no addition
a phrase highly precocious
with meaning many
giving out no clue
being in itself an enigma
perplexing the whole
with a configuration
not to the mark
propounding a confusion
proposing a not so relevant
giving not anything out
yet giving something
that takes us unaware
and puts us in a disposition
strange and depressing.
The thesis being of population
the limiting of growth of birth
a propaganda for family planning
including measures deep and private
educating people to control
the desire and urge with a condition
being delicate and awkward at times
where in the lands birth rate is high
there arises a compulsion for the government
involving a campaign for decrease in popilation
posting on every wall available on the road
releasing the advertisement of restriction
mostly on every nook and corner
broadcasting on radios on and off
televising on the shows quite regularly
the propaganda comes fast
directly to the living rooms
where aged, adults and children
converge to watch the programs entertaining 
thereby inducing an embarrassment
among the old and young in a way
who squirm and squiggle in discomfort
a detail needing a sensitive approach
being a dainty tackle to get organised.
The flash goes bright
blinding the eyes
that of not artificial
but one of natural
coming in the 
form of lightning
while the myth goes
lightning powerful
would rob the eyesight
as my mother closed my eyes
during my younger days
a measure to save my eyes
that still lingers in my memory
forcing me to close the eyelids
as soon as I see a lightning
a habit that dies hard.
Is there any reason to believe so/
I know not what to say so
as the scientists have to answer
this frivolous question of mine
sounding very trivial and silly
but has a meaning great and valid.
Grading the pupil’s work
giving A, B, C and D
is like opening the cork
with a tool sharp and bent
that damages the receptacle
breaks the closure altogether
causing a risk for the content
spoiling the quality
scouring over the quantity
igniting the mind to become repulsive
expressing a discontent and hatred
dissuading the pupil from reading
promoting an abhorrence to learning
thus bringing 
in illiteracy all over.
He is a cheat
who grows abnormally with heat
very much upbeat.
The wind flowing in easterly direction
being laden with moist in session
the chill it spreads being unbearable
proceeding with a bite horrible
the trees and plants are clothed with snow
delivering an impossibility in the know
with men in clothes heavier than them
walking past the lane with a condemn
while the children eager to play outside
get confined at home to play inside
the cold weather sends a fear down the spine
as we could find none active even though it is nine
thus begins the day with a morose
suspending the gentle morning arouse.
There being a violence
for no cause in a sense
calling for an action intense
as the feelings being dense
the incident raises an uproar
with the people through every door
peep out and see the gore
the blood lying everywhere
looking not very fair
men go up and down
with hands in the gun
creating an unpleasantness
adding to the harness
comes the vigilance
implying an entrance
through which fresh violence
creeps in from a distance
the cops throw their skill
getting nothing until
the riotee
res withdraw
announcing a draw
telling everything is a flaw
therein ends the toll.
The coins make noise
clashing against each other
falling down on the ground
rolling into corners
somewhere hard to collect
somewhat difficult to trace
the coins go to places too
with the transactions on the way
buying with the spirit
exchanging with the intention
the cost price indicated along
the sale 
price informed also
there goes a barter and a sale
the barter being done earlier
the sale coming closer
there goes a commercial spree
with the coins making a clatter
deciding on a charter.
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.
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