Meenas PoemsLong ago it was the quality
that of man mattered
gone are the days
when monetary played no role
come now the hours in a twinkle
where finance have control
leave alone the economy
encompass on whole every trial
the life under a fiefdom
expresses a servitude
where success prevails
where power wields
while grace being beaten
the poise lies crippled 
come there in magnificence
status with money on line
that be the eventuality
Could it be a virtuosity?
The sounds we hear every day
distract us in a way
the crow caws early in the morn
could it be a wake up call
no , even more before you say
the cock strikes with a cock a doodle doo
mind you it is the cock
not the clock that strikes harsh
the chirping of sparrows
with a twitter gay and musical
invigorates the dawn in its rise
over to the afternoon
there be a lull of silence
perhaps a faint cry somewhere
the evening resumes the chant
the birds are in full form
return they to the nests
the hoot and shout of the owl
accompanies the darkness of the night
send a frightful feel down the spine
with them the animals too join
though the orchestra completes a round
the men and their gadgets
stream up to the bustle
the rhythm loses its cadence
as the menfolk enter with a bang
the horn and the speakers
decibels range high
force a fall out from nature
harmony is lost 
finally Man is the great destroyer
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