Meenas PoemsThe flower I like
the pattern I love
the food I relish
the house I live
the children I begot
the spouse I care
all form concentric circles
one not clashing or hitting
each one demanding in a way ,
Well, the heydays are over
now going in circles all the way
with a relaxation and ease
that could be for another decade
with that comes the end to all likes
as curtains gradually descends to a closure.
It is a hot afternoon
the place is like an oven
washed clothes dry up in a second
totally humid and intolerable.
The birds try to chirp
refuse to chat and fly
as they cuddle in their nest
unable to see the bright sun.
The people dare not venture out
apprehensive of the sun stroke
refrain in their homes
afraid to face the incorrigible dazzle.
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The sun unmindful of its power
shines with a bewildering excess
tarnish the grass and the skin
with equal strength in a fiery glow.
It is a tedium
a strain, a despair
to be born a female
The woman faces restrictions
impossible to perform freely
has to stay at the back.
A woman if she is enterprising
would be a butt of anger
turns out to be a stock contemptuous
The men around try to sneak
while her husband scoffs at her
becomes a target of derision.
With contempt she lives her life
her efficiency never acknowledged
she becomes a secondary citizen.
The domination of man is relevant
everywhere be it in east and west
dwarfs the growth of the fair sex.
This is the reality women encounter
in all walks of life
cope up with frustration with stoicism.
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