Meenas Poems A view not aired
a thought not shared
is always private in a way
most would discuss all day
others would reserve their stock
never want to put forth to the flock
being each one’s demands all through
never try to generalize in true.
The competitions irk
being not of a healthy one
a trendy jerk
judging by not talent alone
not always impartial.
Being a spendthrift
he talks mostly about thrift
person in rift.
Living in cities all the year
robs you of your cheer
living in villages and towns
allows you not frown.
It would be strange to read this
if you write down a list
the pros would exceed
the cons would recede.
Many would not agree with me
as to them cities redeem
being a place of fantasy
they could pass the time easy.
They have many outlets gigantic
their life moves on in a rhetoric
they greet each other with no feel
everything to them is a deal.
They dress up in colourful attire
seem to be busy even after they retire
their life is money nothing more
the city lives with a roar.
Those in town are occupied
they live together unified
never they are showy and proud
participate in all not loud.
That of the villagers as known
simple and helpful they are in tone
know not money as a strength indomitable
spirit to them is the most reliable.
The soul lies in the villages as found
they are rustic but have knowledge sound
their life is a song with a rhythm sweet
remarkable like the birds tweet.
Living in cities all the year
robs you of your cheer
living in villages and towns
allows you not frown.
It would be strange to read this
if you write down a list
the pros would exceed
the cons would recede.
Many would not agree with me
as to them cities redeem
being a place of fantasy
they could pass the time easy.
They have many outlets gigantic
their life moves on in a rhetoric
they greet each other with no feel
everything to them is a deal.
They dress up in colourful attire
seem to be busy even after they retire
their life is money nothing more
the city lives with a roar.
Those in town are occupied
they live together unified
never they are showy and proud
participate in all not loud.
That of the villagers as known
simple and helpful they are in tone
know not money as a strength indomitable
spirit to them is the most reliable.
The soul lies in the villages as found
they are rustic but have knowledge sound
their life is a song with a rhythm sweet
remarkable like the birds tweet.
It is an activity public
could lead to an intrigue
a microscopical view
would find new
the small blemish
would furnish
a scope for controversy
though not impressive
cause an unwanted flutter
the litigants stutter
let not it perturb you
it needs no attention undue
go about in your way
could be the call of the day.
A soothsayer says
the city would perish
would be devoured by water
sooner or later mostly in 2016
could not believe it in whole
could not let it as farce
am in a dilemma day in and day out
what should I do? tell me in short
as I am perplexed and sad.
Emission of gas all through
a deal in a misconstrue
remission of thoroughfare
could render a care
the India auto rickshaw
poses to be a flaw
the pollution be not in smoke
be also in noise in stroke
pooling cars could reduce considerably
would arrest the spread gradually
utilization of public transport
the opening of small ports
would optimize the short trips
the cargo would turn a flip
walks and cycling would add charm
such an inclination would dispel harm
a resurrection would be on the way
the temperature would fall in the day.
The climate deal
lends a positive feel
the temperature change
is to be in a range
limiting the rise below 2 C
have to work towards 1. 5 C
would be a remarkable start
need a still more effort in chart
the “green house gas emission neutrality”
should become an emphatic reality
our follies have to be dispelled slowly
that made the world lose its originality.
The warmth of the mother
her smell is a delicate flavour
her closeness renders a savour
her embrace extends a solicitation
her touch passes on a direction
her looks lend a rejuvenation
well, that be the mother in a special
experiencing 
a satisfaction better than a ritual
Sundays are never dull
as I have the day in full
I sit and stand then and there
I read and write when and where
I eat and drink as much as I can
I bathe and dry up without a ban
I sleep and dream many a time in the span
I lie in my bed under the big fan
that be how I spend the day
the day being none other than a Sunday.
Meenas Poems 