Meenas Poems
It is a day serene
the sky, not in a sheen
grey and black at times
there being no chime
the sun sits back quiet
not involved in anything tight
the clouds are dark and intense
hover they with a fight in a sense
a mislead to a night in trace
Well, in turn that is a sure base
it seems so destitute and silent
as I sit with a gaze in a trident
my mind is heavily bent
it does suffer a serious dent.
Lo! my eyes need a rest
to see all the best.
The road so broad and long
looked very huge and strong
stood at an end in awe
most apprehensive with a tremble.
Halted for a time there
eyes went almost bare
feared to go ahead though
with one foot on the road.
The dilemma surged in a rave
across to the other side brave
contemplated awhile in fear.
en suite rushed across the lane.
The heart jumped from within
got caught in the midway din
cars honked on either side mad
feet trembled in a distinct shiver sad.
The drivers shouted in bridling anger
cursed me in a note of stammer
scared I made way to the opposite
unmindful of the swear and scream.
This way it could be an instance
the road is a semblance
of life in a wholesome pretence
this being an appraisal of a defence.
As such cross of the road is easy
be it accompanied by anything not dizzy
so much so with the life characteristic
be it engrossed with a serious outlook.
The midsummer dream
of sunshine and pleasure
induces one to take leisure
as it is a season of treasure
great and clear of nature
bounteous in its fruitfulness
caressing in its expansiveness
weather of sensitive exuberance
where growth is in predominance
while life enjoys a reverberation
be that one of great exaltation
trade and transaction are buoyant
cheer and spright are flamboyant
a season so nice and cordial
though one has to go through an ordeal
of hard work and strain in diligence
yet a respite in general and in advance
as the fall and winter come forth
which provokes one to a loathe
as the snow and cold knock one down
and the brows knit in a frown.
The call from home
rings frequent
a great trend it is
away for long from home
a sequence not usual
the warmth of its interior
strikes through in a cosy
the magnificent exterior
extends a loving embrace
found missing in this sojourn
where the wish to see places
takes a fair part of the time
the most important be
the time with own kin
reaches the saturation
that in a fit of the moment
the strong firm whisper
knocks the ear in turns
holds the breath in a clasp
while the mind turns in a thirst
to get back home in first.
The natives not seen anywhere
the original lets way
the newcomers take the sway
the inhabitants go out of the scene
the usurpers mostly seen
that be the modus of operation
not in one country or nation
seems prevalent all over
with the strike over
there rises a drive soberly
not out of anything lively
but of pure greed whatsoever
a wish to take the land and resources
by trick and deceit in force
the home of the people natural
turns alien to them in gradual
they become nobody in course
the settlers start to dominate by blows
that be the tale everywhere
be it in Americas, Australia very far
a situation that be condemned as unfair.
That way was it
great with it
being a straight hit
the face got lit
as the strike did slit
the target a bit
down it fell into the pit
shattered it lay in the plinth.
that be the end of it 
The days go by
while I stay
in a land far away
I go by their way
first with a nay
then with a say
Well! it is a stray
from my normal play.
Yet, I adhere to it in a gay
that be the spirit of my day
Oh! it is my earnest pray
wish to stay so always.
A squirrel in the garden
black and robust
runs up and down
seems in a hurry
up it goes in a speed
perches itself high
gnaws the berries as fast
as much as it could
descends down in a scurry
with the nuts in hand
rushes to the flower beds
digs a hole in a second
buries the nuts in it
closes the burrow in no time
perhaps it is its bank
might be an investment
as in the economics
might be a storage
be that of in ordinary
it is its vault for the winter
a lovely way to keep going
Well! a little squirrel also knows
the benefits of saving too!
Away In Montreal
a city so real
with metro rail
running fast in trail
the French settlement
lends a predicament
that of fun and development
so subtle and suave
a lovely place to see
be the Notre-Dame Basilica
designed by architect Victor Bourgeau
shows us the way to Heavenly Bliss
an ascent amid angels and stars
against a blue background
with statues of prophets all around
immaculate and grand in tone.
This is not the attraction alone
as one be of a bio -dome
animals reared in created domes
the temperatures of zones
maintained with precision known.
Oh! what a remarkable slide
from Heaven to animals in a glide.
Well, that be the oscillations in the go
as we humans walk through life in tip toe.
The waterfall so gorgeous
the mountains so gregarious
the ocean so ravenous
those around so garrulous
goes the world in a resource
not any way to find the source
an enigma it turns out
incredible it is sans doubt
Meenas Poems 