Meenas PoemsOver the head
lies a sword
dangles to and fro
about to descend any time
comes the wind in a blow
the sword falls down with a thud
not on the target as expected
but down below with a blare
be it an end of danger
a symbol of significant peace
the head escapes unhurt
the taint remains unfazed
There is in my country
impetus to every scheme
with the noon meal in schools
to the school bags and slippers
there runs a long list in stretch
comes there the job for all
extend one hundred rupee
an hourly basis routine
along with that 
few more indices
a television set for the needy
free power to the poor
seat allocation for the backward class
in schools and colleges
age relaxation for the schedule tribes
in admission and retirement
a discreet case study grades
all these to a level of defunct
The river in my town. Vaigai in name
flows with a frown
runs almost brown
dry not on its own.
ruined by a tone
it is mostly known
the contamination is sown
by man as shown
who revers nothing grown
tarnishes most to a bone
naked it lies with a moan
patiently borne
its charm slips unhoned
the river is dead in the drone
a sad end to the mighty flown
The coriander plants
shoot out green leaves
on all seasons without fail
greener during rainy days
paler in the hot months
healthy most of the year
spotted they turn
when rains fail
bloom profusely with cheer
spread a pleasant smell all over
collect them every day
they being an ingredient
to season and supplement
the diet with aroma and iron
Lovely they look when cooked
Lovelier they seem
as they dangle in breeze
great is their value in regular terms
greater they stand with heads high
when tagged with medicine .
Simplicity overwhelms gracefully.
Essential they are for preparation.
Cheap and best in diction.
brushed aside wholly by most
held in esteem by a few
like to sing their praise
commend their value
with a fervour and passion
they do carry voluminous refer
with a coy bright decor.
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The unrest in the world
goes without a word
the disturbance exists
unable to resist
the governance staggers
new spark triggers
battle starts in no time
airplanes fall in a trend
innocent die in hundreds
old and young in the trend
apprehensive to fly to places
the Atlantic poses a danger in space
a route round the Pacific
turns expensive and terrific
security is the look out
Well, there should be a way-out.
Peace on earth and goodwill
should enter into the bill.
It is the wish of all in intensity
should happen with a passion.
The resemblance strikes much
a father and son as such
look similar in features and physic
mannerism takes the lead in a trick
the significance is so obstinate
takes one by a seize in an instant
realization dawns a little late
the age factor comes in straight
the difference shows 
up quick
that be a study in terms alike.
A story told
is retold
year-long it goes
from ear to ear it goes
add ups are too many
left outs are very many
it turns sweet at times
becomes sour at times
loses its originality
reads as though new
a different tale in lieu.
Best be what you do
not forget what is to you
incline towards it in true
set out with a motive all true.
The efforts put by you
be strong and steadfast in true
shrug not at any cost
nor go about it in fast.
Do the best at all point
It is well within your joint.
Does this sound as a preach?
Sure, it is within your reach.
The day is a shine and a dine
with a clouds almost in nine
the weather seems to be fine
with the rain almost to pour
the drops come in four
thunder descends in a roar
the clouds draw to a close
the sky engages in blows
the drizzle sets in with no force
lightening strikes with a blind
the battle is fought with a bind
the vapours burst out from hind
the rains fall down in torrence
a struggle in exasperation
Well! it turns out to be an inspiration.
The environment as such
only few trees in bunch
no other greenery around
trees too very old in the round
propose
a sordid outlook
by the side of a brook
with very little water
no birds to chatter
looks so desolate and dull
seems like a murder in all
with no life around in the call.
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