Meenas PoemsDays are nice
when they are warm
comfortable. and calm.
Days are nice
when they are cold
sleepy in a fold.
Days are nice
when they are sultry
humid and dreary.
Days are nice
when they are windy
airy and breezy.
Days are nice
when they are rainy
wet and marshy.
Days are nice
when they are still
sullen and sombre
it is very nice
days are always
alive in a way.
The curse of the forefathers
would put you to test rather
appease them at the earliest
else you would not be in rest
the saying of the soothsayers
makes me wonder as prayers
would restore peace very quick
the curse and swear will not kick
if one is devoted and true
the elders would bless with all the heart
if we do not stray from the righteous in part
well, this is my own personal thought
like not to impose on any of you
better not be swayed away by superstition
as it would condemn you to a distraction
deviate you from the rightful path easily
I live in a place
where nothing happens
if in a case
anything happens
it does in a restaurant
you could see all of the jaunts
filled with people in a torrent
they flock and haunt
spend time over a cup of tea
sip ans sip the tea for hours
articulately talk with glee
there could be few lovers
the rest being business minded
talk much of their business aloud
not bothered of the kindred
this be the place I live
where nothing could ever happen.
Try hard you would succeed
it is true in a way indeed
hard is relative in a sense
so how to calculate hence
a little hard or harder
please tell me in order
I could try that much
find success as such
do not laugh at me
if you do I would flee
let me know the percentage
I could stop at the vantage
would you share with me the secret?
I would attempt doing rather frequent
mainly, I want to succeed
Is it not great? in a deed.
An error in the balance
a missing dime in the cash
causes a tremor in relevance
leads to a tussle in a rash
wonder, what for this anger?
for a dime, for a dime
I smile wryly and murmur
true the dime becomes a billion
it is all in the perception
March is spring
a release from snow falls
the birds sing.
I went up the hill
puffing with heavy breath
you know usually the up hill
usurps your breath
so staggering I reached the top
waved to those coming behind
Lo! all were on the top
none of them behind
The posterity in itself realises beauty
the faces of your children bewitch you
their movements be it gentle or naughty
keep you in heavenly bliss.
Wealth is not the only one you save
it is one of the many perhaps
the good you do would stay in the wave
being the most remarkable deed.
The malice you express in your days
very much exposed in your maladies
would remain unseen throughout the days
it is the most ruthless endowment.
The preservation of your progeny as it looks
lies not in your deceit and contempt
as found in the pages of your book
they rely on your nobility.
Live with a magnanimity all through
never indulge in untoward acts
it is the munificence that you share through
would make your offsprings to glow.
A day begins with a shine
ends up in nine
sees a lot of turmoil
culminates in a coil
the expectations of the day
springs up in a way
as the day progresses in a velocity
the enthusiasm turns a curiosity
Would it be possible? One contemplates
nay, it only exists in a template
some say it is an effort all diligent
I say it is is an attitude reticent.
Yes, the day shines and fades
so do the aspirations rise and recede
;
The day and night
come and go
the rivers flow
that be a sight.
The day and night
come and go
the mountains withstand the blow
that be a blight.
The day and night
come and go
the sun shines with a glow
that be a bright.
The day and night
come and go
the moon comes up slow
that be a flight.
The day and night
come and go
the fire burns a little low
that be a fight.
The day and night
come and go
the men move in a row
that be tight.
The day and night
come and go
they halt for none in a know
that be their height.
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