Meenas PoemsThe crowd in high spirits
is not drunk so to say
stands very sober in a way
not intoxicated by whiskey
as many close
Happiness is the nectar
entices an exaltation
send a 
hypnotic vibration
that goes beyond the realm
a sensation transcendental
felt only when experienced
Like to have no door at all
closeted within oneself securely
letting out none from outside
suppressing any from the inside
a door is an opening of necessity.
Like to have a narrow outlet
with the requirements to come into
a stop of the undesired with a force
a limited open to the outside
a door is an opening of necessity.
Like to have a door of my choice
let alone the good into
drive away the bad out of the way
a lovely entrance to the inner and outer
a door is an opening of necessity .
There was a meet a fortnight ago
a family meet in the go
where the cousins
converge and diverge
enter they in high spirits
come out with demoralized ethos
their egos on display
the power reigns supreme
the wealth takes the reign
as in all society
there are classifications
the superlative shadows the rest
a prowess of strength in a show
nothing concrete on the go
talk they of their ancestors
year in and year out
Is it the way to commemorate?
I really do not know .
I am part of the family
an onlooker for a few years
now mostly out of it
nothing personal as such
the audacity overwhlems
that be their way in style
a protest becomes impossible
with certain stipulations in sway
that be my status
a Hameltian dilemma
“To be or not to be.”
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