Meenas PoemsOf late I have become irresolute
once known for strength and stoicism
now I have become dissolute
what could I attribute to this ism
cannot but define in any way
as I wait in a stay
look around hovering upon with no ease
I stray with an uneasy cease
a slight fluctuation kills me
fatigue turns me not free
this be the situation all over
as I cross my days in a deliberation 
Should I or should I not?
puts me to a test
unable to decide fast
look blind and desperate
happens more or less in turn
frequently in returns
keep on deliberating for a while
well, that is not my style
yet I have become so silly
push me out in a rally
would I be able to tally ?
I really know not at all
that is how is the call.
it is a song of the breeze
that makes me to freeze
at times it is similar to a tease
other times renders a lease
a fresh leaf of life
whistles through in a strife
being not pointed as a knife
where no protests are rife
it is a gentle flow
comes in slow
I do not know
whether it could be a blow
else I go about with a free mind
with expressions of kind
exposing no bind
exhibiting all in a find
well, that be the way it looks
as there could be none in books
a strange f
eeling sets across
as it has been a thought without flaws.
Great goes the word
” no harm” are the words
keeps you moving in turn
well, it is not to spurn
go with it with fun
a way one should live
among the nuances in drive
forget and forgive in all
think not of the past at all
go ahead with the futuristic thoughts
that is the way life has to be fought.
It is a long time after
the mind enters a situation
gets numbed as if in slaughter
remains dull without stimulation
the shock dumbfounds
try to get into the bounds
an attempt which is a strain
progresses slowly with a feign
a delusion of a kind
keeps us in a bind
coming out is difficult
have to struggle in and out
finally reach the pinnacle of fame
crossing over the hurdles rather tame
well, the prognosis is to hit the target
could be accomplished within the bracket
yes, it is the mind that makes the hell
could also turn heaven into hell.
They fleece
irrespective in tease
high they talk
out of the way they walk
extract much
great as such
lash with words
tie with threads
grisly figures
terribly trigger
a fear and a throb
clear in a flop
strangle down the throat
keep away from the float
a threat similar to disaster
casting a depression
remitting a digression
that way they extract
the proceeds mount up
grace be to them
blessed they are
may their tribe increase.
Peculiar it sounds
Saying could be
feeling could not be
that be the cover up
the professionals do
save their skin likewise
hold their reputation similarly
earn lots and lots
at the expense of
the poor,the sick
and the ignorant
go the lawyers,
medical professionals
frightening the people
make them cry
twist in grief
the assuage turns
a threat and a panic
all of us go through
the turmoil at one point
let us not succumb
let us survive with a strive
be that the culmination
after all it is the will
that triumphs finally.
It is a criss cross
that to very close
causes no loss
nor relates to anything false
sets no clause
but again and again gnaws
as something in en mass
goes without any flaws
settles in a gross
a nice way to end up in chance.
An expectation for long
has to be realized soon
could be a boon
a revelation could that be
surfaces frim within
renders an untold satisfaction
an haven of recitiude
a graceful resolution
leaves the heart free
makes it revel and relish.
The cycle changes
as does morn and night
like the mind
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