Meenas PoemsIt was a slow walk
with nobody to talk
went up the hill
where it was still
sauntered there for a while
amazed at the style
royal and imperious
beautiful and gorgeous
the scenery around
the calmness found
compelled me to stay
it would have made me gay
but I had to go down
to the lowly ground
where I live not alone
with a family in town.
who would wait for my return
my disappearance sudden
would put them in turmoil
with that all 
would be spoilt.
The sense of belong
comes naturally
anything compulsive is wrong
as it an artificiality.
The belong is a feature
inborn and in depth
it is never a caricature
with length and breadth.
The thought of belonging
brings a proximity
evolving a choice grouping
never attempting 
an ambiguity.
The attachments are warm
portray a bond strong
elicit a kinship in form
that be the essence of belong
Is it a grudge? anyway
know not why
they scream and fume
and spell a gloom.
Is it jealousy? anyway
know not for what
they boil and blast
and cast a doom.
Is it greed? anyway
well that could be
they amass and hoard
a treasure for their progeny.
Well, the way they go about
seem to be steady and straight
there could be a havoc
a steal of the deposits.
Nothing could be predicted
like the wind, rain and snow
a clean sweep would bring
misfortune to the door.
