Meenas PoemsCities on the banks of rivers
are seats of civilization from olden times
Cities on the sea shore
are places for trade and commerce from ancient times
Cities on places away from sea
could be places of safety at all times
be the reason for ancient kingdoms in short
settle their capital far away from the ocean
The sea devours and devastates a lot
as it brings prosperity and growth
the iconic image of sea is ironic
a paradoxical influence as well as being enigmatic .
Being beautiful in all
should be a great call
she being not very tall
looks pleasing and sweet.
Her eyes shine with pride
emit a modesty outside
holds a shrewdness inside
dazzle with a glow.
Her talk elevates through
she speaks nothing but true
carries a charming hue
kind and gentle always.
Such a person is rare to find
gentle and lovely in a kind
she touches every soul with a bind
selfless and lively in all.
Arrogant he had been all his life
never even condescended to his wife
rugged he looked in appearance
did not show any reverence
be it his parents or friends
a man who did not extend
a smile as if it was expensive
people were always apprehensive
being he a man of moods
his talk was very crude
his behaviour atrocious
he was all along malicious
ever did he strike with a vengeance
ever did he commit without reference
born with a golden spoon
he was responsible for his doom
he deviated from the norms
thus invited a storm
finally got overturned by the cyclone
he died as a sad man all alone.
He has an image
came naturally
being one of comic
eyebrows bushy
not his mistake
being God given
speaks not
squeaks more
not his mistake
being God given
unable to learn
nor pass through school
again not his mistake
but God given
walks not with poise
but in quick steps
more so being God given
all could be marginalized though
thinks high of himself
in spite of his faults
pretends to be supreme
in spite of his failures
well, could this be his mistake
or could it be God given.
The harvest is over
three months toil
inordinate expenses
come to an end.
Being a three hour process
the machines doing the entire
the rice being bundled
transported to the mills
The result is not much
always it is so
expenses and income
work not a difference.
Well, this be the status
being that of a farmer
tilling his land
brings not anything much .
Year after year he does
grumbles and mumbles
does it anyhow
not much of a gain.
The pleasure lies not on revenue
experienced through cultivation
the green fields and crops
lend a satisfaction utmost.
Never would the farmer
earn a treasure
the sight of the laden crops
is but a pleasure.
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