Parks are breaks
man-made with great stake
for you to take 
Day: February 5, 2014
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The Driest Weather
The drying yard looked parched
the washed clothes quickly dried
the pathway was horribly hot
the man stood there all caught
not in the rain that drenched
but under the sun that scorched
pivoted to the centre of the road
with cars on either side of the board
he could not move hastily all the way
creeping and negotiating through possible ways
he half burnt and more or less dead
reached home and flung on his bed
totally dehydrated and almost panting
as his wife rushed to him worrying
fed him with lot of plain water and juice
which relieved him from the bruise
resulting out of excessive heat .
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The Bondage
The house keeper comes on time
no matter it is rain or shine
speaks a few words gently
and goes about his work
tending to the artefacts
that are on display
talking to them casually
as he has known them for long
wiping them with care
placing them in place
polishing them when needed
all so smoothly and in no hurry
systematically clearing the cobwebs
cleaning the window panes and finally the floors
which do shimmer and shine
exhibiting his skill in doing so
a fine gentleman I have seen
talking very few words
as I have said earlier
demanding nothing all the way
given anything extra
for his long hours if he stays
politely refuses to take it
saying that it is his duty
a man I claim to be my own
as he had been with me for years together
I might have been deceived by my siblings
and cheated by my 
in-laws
but these kind of people
have ever remained faithful to me
I am now a few millions less than those
born out of the same womb
but the reward I find
you might chuckle and smile
is in the nature of such people
who have stayed with me
through my days good and bad
being not very much educated
the work force i have
serve me with loyalty a
while I value the bondage great.
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Hey ! Normal Day
The day with a peculiarity
not one with the day-to-day
very different from the daily
that being one of an event
might sound very odd and silly
but it being true and genuine
the wake up for the day
being very early before sunrise
when still there being a little darkness
with the sun seen nowhere
it is an experience by itself
having the early morn for yourself
with none to share the bliss
not even the birds being out
nor any sign of human movement
with the dogs after the vigil
sleeping pretty heavy in the porch
a delightful ecstasy it is
and having been alive for so long
this day becomes unusually important
with beautiful interpretation
that could be better felt than expressed. 
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The Cook’s Delight.
The chip chop in the kitchen
with the cook getting on the run
he always in a hurry
as if some one is ravenously hungry
or be a school going kid preparing to get ready
wanting his breakfast on the table
or be so an executive running g high
as time is flying in a speed
with the breakfast getting late
with no such identity in the vicinity
the cook turns frantic in the early morn
pulling the knives from their place
banging the pans with a sound
cutting the onions in speed
while som fall down unable to cope
he shrieks and murmurs himself
chiding the onions for having slipped
and scolding the carrots for being too thick
as the milk vendor comes in with a whistle
the cook’s next human target
who shouts at him at the top of his voice
crying that his morning tea has been delayed
running to the stove to place the kettle
doing all this with a precipitation
for no reason what soever
as the master of the house is in the patio
reading the morning newspaper
and who has not the habit of sipping the tea
as he breaks his fast daily
after taking his morning bath
well over nine in the morning
the cook wanting to finish the day work
wishing 
to chit-chat with the staff
who turn up for duty at nine in thee morning.
What a show it is every morn
a drama in real life seen without a penny.
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The News Paper In The Morn
The crack I heard
made a sound so strange
making me to be on toes
not knowing from where it came
stood almost motionless for a time
while my thoughts made their own story ‘
that being a crash of the roof
a collapse that is coming down
while I being trapped in the ruins
with no help in the proximity
not even able to shout for help
as my voice got stifled in between
that be the end of me cried my soul
which had readied itself to fly
leaving my mortals under the roof
with none to claim it
as my imagination was building up
my reality came into existence
finding myself standing where I am
intact full of flesh and bone
nothing wrong has taken place
except a creaking sound from the iron gate
where the paper boy 
has thrown the news paper
with that begins the day of work
that is my routine all through the years
first in the morning going through the news
be it how many gadgets come up
with news getting flashed up all day and night
the paper in hand in the morning
has been my delight all my life
as you know habits die-hard,
Meenas Poems 