Meenas Poemsit is one
It must be the other
It is unknown.
It is this .
It is due to that.
It is unknown.
It is because.
It is due to cause.
It is unknown.
It is hence
It is due to trends.
It is unknown.
It is so.
It is due to foe.
It is unknown.
It is possible
It is due to plausible.
It is unknown.
That is prone
That is due to tone.
It is unknown.
The unknown there
That is known here
be it blown.
A woman,
traditionally attired
with a six yard saree around 
along with a neatly tied up hair
wearing a high-necked choli
and a bindi on her forehead
walked into a discussion
where there were people
clad in jeans and T-shirts
with flowing hair
faces with touch up
while the eyes looked remarkable
with eyeliner and brows
trimmed and made to look like arc
the feminism seen in two different ways
the one totally traditional
the other entirely modern
while the stylish folk
spoke eloquently
the woman sat glum
listening with rapt attention
which made the others feel
she was ignorant and unlearned
as her turn came by
she rose up with a grace
started her harangue in a stroll
punctuated with anecdotes and inputs
that were informative and focused
the fellow participants were stunned
and gave a standing ovation.
so goes the saying
appearances are deceptive.
The birds are up with vigour
after a gap of half a year
happy to see them make noise
chirp they do with delightful choice
chatter they engage with cheer
The call of the black bird invigorates.
The crow’s caw sends an alert.
while the cock’s cockle doodle do
wakes up the people to the morning glow
with that the world has set its stage.
The birds are messengers in a way
they epitomize the growth straightaway
with the spread of seeds all through
cross the pollination in their flew.
as they fly all around with mirth and joy.
The cause of their arrival all in a sudden
should be a reason to revel with no burden
it is the rains that be the reason
that which poured without any treason
released a wonderful scenario in ebullience.
Water is the life-giver in true
sense.
It is a provider of all prosperity in trend.
Without it the world could not pull on
A scarcity would end up in a doom.
Well, that should never be allowed all through.
Take away the adjective
it sounds too wordy.
Take away the gerund
it makes it continuous
Take away the article
it looks very sedentary.
Take away the thought
it does not cope well.
Take away all the matter
they give a different texture .
All that is taken away by the poet
only the poem is not found
this in short is a workshop
that destroys the originality
very greatly they call
for thick-skinned people
with that the skin is torn and left bare
the poem is nowhere to be seen 
repairs done without any retrieve.
Unusual rains at unusual seasons.
Unusual cold at unusual seasons.
Unusual heat at unusual seas
Unusual storm at unusual seasons.
Unusual tells us that unusual experiences
would flood releasing an unusual predicament.
All are signs of the global warming.
As every other thing looks for change
nature tells us it is no exception. 
A confluence of a kind
be it a lively bind
needs a courtesy at the base
that of an understanding in the trace
where there should be participation full
not circumscribed to the distinctive pull
those of the few who have a say
take the reins in an easy play
a sort of dictatorial evidence on the move
an interaction of the anointed with the prove
the rest look like a subordinate sect
a few families repeatedly conduct with a tact
a sort of elimination done subtle
a hurt inflicted on the target focused
yet a clever silence is maintained
a deceive done with an aim preordained,
Predictions go wrong
that are found in songs 
hold not long.
Forecast of weather
vanish like a soft feather
deviations seen rather.
Nothing is confirmed
all analysis are not informed
they are formed .
Defying the norms
rains come in torrential forms
heat induces qualms.
That being so
predictions do not fall in a toe
enforcing a bow.
The confidence at times turns shaky
the do or die attitude for
sakes
however much stoicism is shown
there is a certain distraction
that picks up in the stride
prompts the heart to oscillate
the mind gets into the arena
proposes a firmness in temper
yet the heart wins over
which leads to a digression
where trust collapses
and belief runs amuck.
The mango so ripe and lovely
kindles the palate wholly
the lascivious fruit entices
as the mouth waters.
The mangoe catches in the wrong foot
at times it triggers an allergy in suit
that of rash, nausea and dizziness
upsets the system in an instantaneous incidence.
The whirl takes place in a quick second
the surroundings rotate in a deviant trend
the disturbance is so marked in particular
there is a manifold target in the regular.
The ripe yellow mango is nutritional
great to the body’s provisional
yet as in every case there is good and bad
the mangoes also have the qualities bad.
The stagger and the falter
that comes out in a squander
well depicted in ponder
that of a brother
tries to usurp his own brother
of wealth in a plunder
of his position in a slander
this is the lesson history tells
right from the days of Kings
to that of the recent strings
when the jealousy brings
a fathomless illness in a swing
not that of the physic in link
that of the mind in a sink
it causes a depression in a brink
as the eyes express a blink
the one who usurps flourishes
the other one feels the stress
it is only a temporary phenomenon
finally truth emerges triumphant
the one who lost withstands the clout.
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