Meenas Poems
Dark be his mind
as he does not find
anything in a bind
going by his way
all through the day
hearing not anyone’s say
thinks of evil design
that expresses things not benign
well that is what he deigns
causing a misery
plundering the treasury
escaping through the estuary
this man is dark all through
and makes everyone to rue
as he disappears in a swift flew.
The wheels move
the legs move
the economy moves
the music moves
there be a move all over.
The movement being so imminent
with not that the world
comes to an end and a shalt
full stopping the eternity.
The top gear in the move
being an inclination
going with a determination
for a progress prospective.
the gear being set
goes the move in acceleration
there be a break
then the setting collapses
That being the m
otion
the roll and scroll catch the flow
aspiring to become the top
ascribing a definite shot.
The ball in motion
meanders through all proportions
flying to the pinnacle
reaching the culmination.
The wheels move
the legs move
the economy moves
the music moves
there ba move all over.
The age has withered her great
With deep-set eyes
and discoloured cheeks
she looks like an age-old fable
going by her instinct
she spreads radiance
as her self contains a lot of reference
that open out without any interruptions
she coming forth with her experiences
emphasizing on the good
passing lightly over the bad
she being a treasure-house
who makes life interesting
as she plays a 
role
that of a good angel all around
making people happy in the round.
Great be the diversity
with languages and dialects
being distinctive and different
discriminating the vernacular
there rises up a sequence spectacular
a deviation in a direction
that brings in a uniformity
where men throng in unity
that be to a popular 
junction
where there be musical conjunction
be it western or eastern classical
whether it be light music or rock typical
there is seen a unanimous appreciation
being that very well that music is a wonderful application
attracting to its centre the loveliest and greatest.
Fancies hold us much and great
let them be imagination in a rate
‘ let them be poetic in subjectiveness
let them be music in objectiveness
they bind us to an extent all the way
that we get swayed away
losing our self in their exuberance
forgetting that is around in relevance
immersing the self in those fancies
forgetting ourselves in their nuances
not remembering our duties at all
becoming one with them in all
such be the role of fanciful inclinations
and that being the distinction
that makes one excel in his pursuits
claim fame in his fancies and conduits
be that a gift unknowing and blessed 
allowing one to stand out from the crowd.
Meenas Poems 