Meenas PoemsI am in the midst of a crowd
where all speak loud
I talk not very much
a silent spectator as such
I feel fish out of water
I am my mother’s daughter
she spoke not much in her days
only few words was her way
she was at ease with a very few
my father called them in queue
nothing could change her till the end
so am I like her all the more in a tr
end
Natural disasters keep us at bay
the onslaughts strike us unaware
they do come one after one in a day
leave us shocked and almost bare
the floods carries both coveted and ordinary
the fire destroys all into cinders in no time
the storm rages with a speed extraordinary
everything happens so sudden without a chime
have to believe that insurgence causes disaster incredible
only other to understand 
that impermanence is inevitable
The world peace is at jeopardy
man shoots not tardy
kills one here and two there
a host of people yonder
a hundred almost here
east, west, south and north
bear the heat of the hearth
a state of art is killing
who is at the back of the billing?
a question to answer in earnest
who could be the target?
another one faces us all cold.
being away from the human race
could be a startling phase with a withdrawal
becomes a reward in itself without a chase
as humans lack the spirit and soul of humanity.
Meenas Poems 