Meenas PoemsThe chill air around
sends a quiver very profound
blows without a sound
creeps into the bones with a bound
the rattle and prattle are found
as the bones stutter in an abound
while the teeth chatter in a pound
the cold breeze crosses in an outbound
leaving me with
a terrific wound.
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It catches quick
as fast as burning fire
known as fear.
A family I am familiar with
known for its modernistic feel
westernised in every field
be it in living or eating style
think high of the other side
speak not their own language
lisp in an Anglican style
hold their nose high
with a patented name
they are that way in a side
have another appearance in a mode
that to be too much traditional
and very much sticky to the community scroll
follow each ritual in the fore and to the core
such as the formalities that go with it
be that the step by step formulas
programmed by their ancestors with diligence
right from prenatal to death with an inference
blindly adhered to now for the sake of it in the go
with the money achieving the centrifugal sho
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a contradiction the keeps me beyond comprehension
an irrelevancy that overwhelms the complacency
know not what to do appreciate or depreciate?
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