Meenas PoemsThe words hurt
scathe and tear
penetrate and pierce
force a succumb
a surrender at the most
found in a the major
the few stand back
with a rigid silence
come what may
they face with strength
invincible they are
indefatigable they seem
not in seem alone
be so in real terms
like a pillar defiant
turn off all attacks
and go with heads high!
The man dies
the woman cries
the woman dies
the man flies
revels
and rejoices
that be the choice
a woman is a toy
used as a ploy
the good and best
hatch in the man’s nest
the bad and worst ever
is born from a woman ever
that is the thumb rule
making all of us a fool
The storm blows with a fierce sweep
could feel the velocity as the trees fall deep
could see the fury as the plants and shrubs flew
could hear the whooping as, doors collapse from the glue
the storm goes up and down in great force
heaves and sighs with an explode in course.
that be the storm as seen outward
if it were a storm experienced 
inward
imagine the plight and the turbulence
the mind tosses over and over
the heart breaks into pieces with a shriek
tears roll down the cheeks
comes there the splits and torments
the head rolls and spins
a comparison unwanted and unnecessary
but unknowingly strikes in as if necessary.
Meenas Poems 