Meenas PoemsIt is windy all through
the windows creak and shriek
followed by a stand
still.
it is stormy all through
the doors crack and creak
followed by a standstill.
It is rainy all through
the roof break and leak
followed by a standstill.
It is race all through
the heart bursts and stops
followed by a standstill
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The world without women
seems to be uncommon
why not we create the world?
how can we make the world
?
let us appeal to God to change
do an alteration in a range
a place without a woman
male alone lives as human
could you imagine, my friend?
how would be the trend?
there would be no growth
in a time lead to a loathe
relations would flourish
there could be nothing to cherish
soon smile would disappear
stagnancy would slowly appear
you could find no competition
the result is an incompletion
knowingly man turns chauvinistic
make the woman agnostic
extend a little of your passion
embrace her with affection
the world would be different in a sense
bliss would descend and it would be heaven
The rhythm and chant
the hymns sang in a way
took me to a trance
not I understood a single word
yet they held me enraptured
it is a language less known to the world
the rhythm goes into the heart unaware
the feel, the throb and the vibration
makes one sit with thoughts nowhere
it is an unrecognisable penetration
holds you in a sway with a share
be that of a merge with the divine
the language Sanskrit being one of the Gods
It is the females
who depend on always
first on their fathers till a certain age
then on their husbands for ages
have no stem of their own in place
independence never could be in their space
however sharp they are in their mind
not the ability is taken as a kind.
she has to remain behind a man
be it at any age without a demand.
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