Meenas PoemsThe over and above
there be a branch
butting out from a big tree
where there are many fruits
easily accessible to everyone
that being in an enclosed garden
the reach is little tamed
thought the boys did not let it go
they stood up on each other
one over the other like a pile
sufficient to reach the top
got hold of the branch
shaking it brought the fruits down
while the owner came running with anger
the boys ran off in such speed
while the owner stood there helpless
A beautiful flower
bright and yellow
falls down
hurting none
.
A lively child
falls down
hurting itself badly
not the place where it fell.
A pretty girl
falls down
she being squashed up
with an abused body
and a deranged mind.
Nothing have I to do
I sit and stare.
Sitting too I have nothing to do
I recline and gaze.
Reclining also having nothing to do
I 
sleep and dream
Sleeping takes me to untold realms
where I have everything to do.
With that I pass the days
dreaming all through.
Everything be not for everyone
your likes might not be another’s
your favourite confines 
to yours
that be the trend always
one man’s meat is another man’s poison
imposing on others your wish
bidding them to follow your desire
be that it may be your wife
or may be your child
that is not acceptable at al
as it might turn atrocious at one level
there goes the deviation
that work up o a congeniality
mush needed for harmony .
with that in mind you progress.
I see my hands
they look grand
lovely and fine
expressing a sign
The hands write
they do also fight
extending them out
would help many without doubt.
The hands work incessantly
lifting and holding reliably
giving a hand is helping
giving a big hand is clapping .
That goes with the hand in good sense
there being notoriety hence
that of accepting bribe
being no mean jibe
.
The hand that rocks
does things in a shock
that of corruption in the go
tending to be fluent in the flow.
The hands that fold and pray
incline toward a slay
taking the sword in anger
or causing an ignominious trigger .
They being indispensable in all ways
has to be treated with reverence all days 
the good being greater in the run
let we forget the bad they commit as fun
Flying up and down
flying from here to there
has been the habit of birds
they not being in one place
not walking for a few seconds
taking off in few minutes
has been their way all through
thinking why the do?
Ispent a few good hours deliberating
finally came with a reference
they feeling insecure
fearing some harm would come to them
either by men or animals
they not stick to one position
as they trot and walk
then rise up followed by a downward move
expressing their apprehension
in a way as not getting fixed to one status
they do fly on and off
Can the same be ascribed to people too ?
who not take a firm decision anytime
going back on their words
hitting the same post once again
Well, that might be plausible too.
Being a great challenge
that of resolving all the issues
be that of one very simple
extending to the other being complicated
it is an uphill task so as to say
with people at the helm being stupid
not able to realise the gravity of the scene
taking everything in a lighter vein
not sitting their mind on the points
but spending time on peripherals
leaving the main target to the hollow
staring at the ancillary in a full strategy
making the rest feel chilled and indignant
thus side tracking the whole show
that be their motto all through
that has been their motivation in and out
a driving force need to be shot
that would bring them to terms
Oh! when would such travails cease ?
Ireally do not know as I stand in despair
watching the sun set in the west.
The word of importance
the word which carries weight
the word which commands power
the word that percolates through
the word that demands
the word that ruins
the word destroys
the word that plays havoc
is not anything ecstatic
is not anything lovely
is not anything that is ethical
it is that which we call
some with delight
some others with disgust
even more with scorn
is the word corruption
that has entered everywhere
robbing the morales
depriving the rightful
prospecting the powerful
making them rich in tons
that which we have to condemn
with a vigour and rigour
be it corruption everywhere.
Everything said there be a point
that needs the best follow-up
discreetly left from notice
that kept haunting me all over
prompted by many to speak it out
kept quiet all time in silence
watching the happenings in rapt attention
surprised to see the hub and the excitement
being the need of hour is not that
but a serious consideration of what to be added
each one shouting with fervour
wanting to be heard in the milieu
letting off the vital and the realism
that confounds the topic in discussion
with that I stood up
and in my usual soft yet stern voice
that which should be includes is not
what all of you are crying foul
it is poetry that should get the priority
as it being a voice of the most creative person
coming out with a speed and spur
putting out in style the mechanism
that would seem to lack interest
if not for this vehicle.
I started to write a poem
with keen insight diligently
halfway through
my heart cried
not at all nice.
Stroke everything off
and wrote once again
with descriptions
and scenic presentations
not at all good
said the heart.
Erasing everything
from of the paper
and from the mind
added the rhyme scheme
and elaborated the story
Oh! very bad , so very bad
exclaimed the heart.
Disappointed I threw
everything into the bin
went to sleep in disgust
with seething anger
cursing my inaptitude
fearing that I have lost
the heart chuckled.
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