Meenas PoemsA poem is a painting
without colours.
a splash of words
with a throw of rhyme.
The painting is in a canvas
an illustration colourful
The eyes relish the art
while the feel is an experience.
Poetry is a writing
an emotional spontaneity 
The read exalts the soul
a representation of the gifted.
Paint and verse need a skill
a nicety and a touch
those of no ordinary talent
a special flamboyance .
Talk he not relevant
speaks he not truth
curses all the more
swears all the most
foul-mouthed he is
spreads scandals on the go
spills out slanders on the move.
He has lived long so
not bothered about other’s hurt
dwells with pride at his skill
he is an entertainer at first
then comes his second deal
it is sarcasm to the core
a pointed attack severe.
Such men do live
a parasite like entity
glorified by their tongue
relished by the evil
yet they prosper
a life based on others sweat
a creature to be condemned
Meenas Poems 