Meenas Poems
Round and round
I go in concentric circles
an unending travel.
Round and round
I go in a roundabout
a tiring journey
Round and round
I go through a monotony
a fathomless approach.
Round and round
I go to a blind spot
a target unreachable.
Round and round
it is always in rounds
not one tangible
Seem not to move stagnant
stagnant it remains
a push could prove
a fruitful gain
know not how to do
stand there in the queue
overtake and a surpass
has never been my pass
so wait is the only way
patience throughout the day
recall the words of Milton
they also serve
who stand and wait,
The morning calls so often
makes me jittery
with eyes half open
get up hastily
stretch the hands lazily
pick up with a reluctance
speak with no indulgence
whoever it might be
having lost the glee
the sleep early in the morning
and a wake up with a yawning
keeps me in cheer the whole day
lost now by this untimely call.
untimeliness in any way
provokes a fury all day.
The equation goes along
the one not an equal
the other very competitive
the rich outnumber the poor
not often seen in society
if found the wealth strikes
the display is tremendous
open in a way of illumination
in the mode of driving
limousines and chauffeured drivers
palatial mansions and sprawling gardens
an eye capture and a grand living style
juxtaposed with the poor in the surround
where huts become homes in large
their dwelling is meagre in standards
the meals frugal and simple
with nothing much to talk about
the distinction sets in a trend
an obvious one for that matter
a high stylish living on one side
a hand to mouth existence on the other
these leave us gape and wonder
how such inequality arises?
the rich wealthy by inheritance
or by sheer luck or through illegal means
the poor in such sordidness with little to eat
fall into the depth of penury due to lethargy
cause of a gamble, a failure to perform
ill fate or an ignorance in all
know not what brought in the demarcation
exist in the east and west without difference
a situation needs an urgent 
behest.
