Meenas PoemsMan defecates
not in private spaces
in public places
an allegation so loud
a complaint very rational
The Man being an Indian.
Man spits
not in the ascribed spaces
well on the public places
a practice undesirous
an action contemptuous.
The Man being an Indian.
Man commits an offence
His ablutions are private
never they would turn public
Learn the civic sense
you, Indian who has
otherwise
a load of intelligence.
Three hundred years of colonization
a rule through many generations
impoverished the Indian nation
the cradle of the Indian Civilization.
The unity in diversity found amidst the masses
a quality rare to seek in the grosses
vanished during the British rule
traders turned administrators played the fool.
Hindus and Muslim nurtured cordiality
the different faith was not a peculiarity
the colour and the vernacular being one
could search no discrimination even for fun.
Supremacy being the prime aim
the British played a game
hatched a design to split the community
the Hindus and the Muslims developed animosity
.
The seed grew into a tree in no time
clashes and riots broke out all times
Great Britain ravished in joy
the locals fought a battle like Troy.
Independence was announced
the amity of the people got denounced
Hindus were transported to India
Muslims were sent to Pakistan.
The Indian genocide took place
most Indians lost their face
women were molested and raped
men were mutilated and stripped.
Children were burnt alive
the foetus was plucked in the drive
horror and terror prevailed largely
an eventuality of a concern deadly.
The world would have seen disasters
natural and man -made ones pernicious
nothing of such colossal magnitude
a phenomenon that portrays man’s ineptitude
Retrospection is a way to see life in reverse
what had passed be it fruitful or adverse
could have fared better in a diverse
the thought stems up in an inverse.
Turn back and see through the past
what has been crossed in a cast
show you the ups and downs in a graph
learn through the curves without a laugh.
Turn front and go ahead in a march
careful not to step into the marsh
tread cautiously through the course
be sure not to be lead by any farce.
The fastidious events that I witness
cause me to lie in a distress
fastidious they 
are to detail
not very true in the entrail.
Meticulously they carry out the rules
using the loopholes as the tools
they find in between the holes
invisible entries invisible in the stroll.
They are straight in the presentation
could trace no blotch in the implementation
smoothly ironed out the differences
could find no anomaly in the inference.
The smartness goes a long way
takes you to places in a day
beware of the investigations
rise up at any time in a determination.
Not being hundred percent safe undoubtedly
intrusions would lead to a debauch unknowingly
the hell would let loose its froth in no time
have to wallow in ignominy all time.
Getting angry for nothing at all
has been his way in all
especially towards me
he speaks with no glee
throws a look unkind
that keeps one in a bind
with others he is benign
smiles with love and shine
this makes me indignant
I try to be defiant
well, that is the way my life goes
where I have to be always in toes.
know not how long it would prolong?
have to endure it with such a subdued song.
Day after tomorrow
and the day before yesterday
the terms look smart 
being specific of the days.
Today and yesterday
with the call on tomorrow
gain speed and pass away
carry well with an allow.
So years roll by
with months in the fold
with them go the days
with a speed untold.
Been born a few months back
could become a year old
it is already in a pack
another six months in hold.
Well, that is how we decipher
with the time waiting for none
we move about in eager
soon our work is done.
Young once we were
adults in the middle
now old as we are
so goes the riddle.
It is the age that increases
grows rapidly in no time
others increase and decrease
not the age at any time.
Tthe finishing line
need to be exquisite and fine
the ending should be eloquent
be it in any event
of a celebration grand
not with a sonorous band
but with a delightful execution
could go down with the perpetuation.
Life too demands such a completion
the final days should see a distribution
wherein you could find glory
that would go to make up a story
this man lived up to honour
it could be a banner
would sing the praise with pride
mark
ing the end of the life’s ride.
A song from yonder
puts me to wonder
what it is all about?
as it is not feeble or loud
It flows throught the wind
almost passes into my window’s blind
fills the air around
enlivens the surround.
I enjoy the music
as it was engrossingly classic
he melody 
was heavenly
the rhythm was divinely.
I did not want to know
from where they came in a flow
I was filled with unexplainable feel
I lost myself in the rapturous steal
I
A home away from home
greets you with a welcome
yet the longing to go back home
surges now and then in a tone.
Could I ascribe it to the warmth?
or could I confirm it as a want
might it be a feel in -depth
claim it to be an in 
adjustment.debt.
The second home equals in cherish
good in a way be it in a relish
yet the desire to return becomes feverish
Oh! at times it turns a relentless wish.
Well, have to make the second the primary
not that it is because of any rivalry
owe it to the occupation in verity
adjusting is the only way inadvertently.
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