Meenas PoemsA friend of mine
talks with a shine
smile is her weapon
defeats she a dozen
sensitive she is true
she never lets any clue
preserves her hurt close
performs her act 
in chose
comes she with a dagger
sets the opponent to a stagger
an interesting persona
she commands a validity
nice to relate to her
great to depend on her
true to the words
she is top of the world.
Happened to see a workshop
not a big one in size
a small shop into details
where the nuts and screws
the hinges and glue
all talked of quality
more the while the hands
were deft and quick
did the work with precision
a sight interesting
brought to my mind
the poetry workshop
where the rhymes and meter
the flow and theme
the meaning and beauty
fall into bits and pieces
the skeleton remains
a delineation is it?
nay it is a dissection
go to amputate the limbs
burst the arteries
lie ill
for a while in sobriety
slowly pass on to eternity
The child cries
for what she knows not
cries she all aloud
tears run down her cheeks
face turns scarlet
the mother tries to pacify her
feeds her with milk
makes noise with the rattle
holds her close to the bosom
the child cries even more
knowing not what to do
the mother breaks down
she whispers and sobs
looks the child perplexed
sits there silent for a time
crawls towards her mother
wipes the tears that flow
softly kisses her mom
with a broad smile as ever.
It is a read
a beautiful read
in-depth read
is full of lead
is a lively lead
is a sensible lead
packed with information
reveals intricate information
a dependable information
found in the content
expressed in elaboration
great and awesome the read is.
Did I not tell you?
said the mother to her son
Did I not warn you?
said the mother to her daughter.
Did I not bear with you?
said the tired wife to her husband.
How many did I not?
I hear all around
I throw my towels
that be the last
Did I not?
The bee is busy
never sits cosy
buzzes all around
very much duty bound.
The ant is alert
never does it flirt
moves in train
saves for the rain.
The sparrow works forever
never does it quiver
flies with a follow
settles in a hollow.
The man manipulates 
never does he deviates
possessed by greed
help he not those in need.
The fall I met with
not one of great
it be a physical
broke my leg
not actually in sense
a misstep caused the havoc
hurt in the knees
sprain or fracture
do not I know
pain turns sharp
where to complain?
i sit with tears
my mother gone for long
my father also flew before her
my husband would be shocked
with the sons all far away
I sit with tears without a move
I sit there for long.
The don’ts
I hear daily
starts with the morning tea
with the warning right
tea is injurious to health
bread is gluten prone
milk has a lot of fat
restrict on sugar
consume less salt
do not fry or deep fry
sleep not in the afternoon
sit not long on the computer
not relax in the couch
watch not the television for hours
goes on the list with many don’ts
do’s are very small
don’ts are long and many
know not what to do
know what not to do.
The early bird call
is a sign of spring
be that in the west
we call it “vasantham”
a lovely season
the word be in itself
a synonym of prosperity
where the earth abounds
with crops and grains
where there hangs a smile
all faces do light up
the weather turns pleasant
the sun shines not so right
stands there moderate
emits not fierce heat
be there rains intermittent
renders the land cool
the winds blow gently
the breeze kisses the land
as thy flow with ease
that be the call of the birds
early in the morn
to awake the man
who sleeps in an enclosure
not aware of the fascination
nor realises the grandeur
that rise up in the wee hours/
Heard I a story
not of a fairy
of a family
where the elderly
as well as the young
talk with overtures
a boast of their wealth
a lecture on their health
list the cost of each tablet
enlist their expenditure on clothes
tabulate the jewels they have
count the properties they own
Well. it was a drone
proved a lengthy bore
difficult to hear more
unobtrusively made way
through the hot day
pant and heaved did I
with a long sigh
How long I have heard ?
How much long should I hear ?
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