Meenas Poems
Turning eleven today
Not I expect rewards
not I want to hear praise
nor I wish to be admired
nor I like to be appreciated
I am nobody in this world
one who had seen many deceits
who had gone through many decamps
one who had been usurped squarely
being one of the sorts of the majority
require no brickbats or condemn
my actions speak for themselves
twists and distortions play a havoc
well, that is what I experience
from known and unexpected quarters
having helped many a person in their needs
be it an alliance for a wayward boy
be it a lift to a depressed man
owing to the paucity of funds
I have been referred wrongly
most unjustifiably by those who benefitted
I would wish them well in their endeavours
I have left them to the almighty.
Let Him take care of them.
The dawn and the dusk
the rise and the fall
the shine and the darkness
the brilliance and the dullness
the radiance and the indifference
all go to make the world
the one and the other
either prevails or disappears
a phenomenon of nature
a manifestation of life.
The worried mind
sees devils in the dark
while dogs bark.
An obsession it is
a depression it seems
a repercussion it brings
a dissolution it leads to
a resolution is a need
a solution would come
with that a celebration.
it is heartening to note
the cordiality in all
the kindness in most
the sincerity in execution
the integrity in the undertakes
the genuineness in speech
an absolute contentment prevails
well, this is a Utopia, not real
the imagination gives birth
the ideals take care
the growth is envisaged
a demonstration is expected
Her smile has left her forever
her face is in a quiver
see no brightness whatsoever
it is long and forlorn all over.
Why has she turned so dull?
her face was always full
brilliance was her strength in all
now she draws a null.
Wonder, what has happened?
could it be a mishappen?
that has dampened
know not what is rampant.
Searching for coins
while the mendicant holds the bowl
nothing to give.
Could have given
the notes instead of coins
the mind refuses.
Notes or coins
whatever it could be most
a joyful remembrance.
I have denied
both the notes and coins
be an evil person.
Exotic lands of the east
densely occupied and full of dust
hold your breath otherwise
be the grandeur of these places
awe-inspiring architecture
amazing culture and literature
the piety and divinity that surrounds
the grace and poise of the religion
the affable and friendly people
all hold your breath for a while
as you get diffused in the atmosphere
a few unwanted elements surface all through
the cleanliness and the infrastructure
prompt you to sniff and scorn for a time
sure in a way the idealism that wraps the entire
bewilders and bewitches you on the whole
not improper to say that east is gorgeous
no wonder the sun rises in the east.
Meenas Poems 