Meenas PoemsSome like it hot
some like it cold
that be for all
be it a drink or food
hot is better for some
cold for others
be it news or rumour
hot would be interesting
cold would turn frigid
be it a mood or a temper
hot would show anger
cold would soften down
so be it always in the run
hot and cold plays the fun
with that I could say
some like it hot
some like it cold
A hot day
burning in a way
no breeze anyway
sultry all day
I perspire the whole day
sweat profusely most days
have to for a while stay
being no other way
try to put up with it as in a play
have to endure throughout the days
being a month or two in a chase.
It is the mundane
that of materialism
induces a disdain
the money in its realism
being one of paper mere
holds no resign.
The folk around
obsessed with the materialism
create a surround
where money is the be and end all
which being a paper mere
holds no ground.
That which I see
lead me to the world of materialism
makes me to flee
is it not money a part of life?
that being a paper mere
focuses not identically.
Being said of the worldly pleasures
where there be a majority materialistic
drives me with a pressure
not that money circumcises the absolute
that being a paper mere
engrosses neither or nor in a parlance.
Gibber jabber goes the talk
what could be in stock?
a chatter incessant all the more
money and jewellery being the core
it goes on with a concentration
nothing else catches the attention
” I made a pendant and a bangle one says
worth so much in a way
“I bought a property in a metropolis” says the other
a prized one in an accomplish rather
the conversations go on for hours together
while the other one adds with a fervor
“I made a wholesome profit in business”
a reward to my hard work in a sense
an admirable, enterprising group I see
I wish to make haste and flee
have to sit amidst them looking on
what not and what else passes on?
as I have nothing to boast of in turn
money, property, jewellery even for fun
own no business except my writing skill
I am plain and prosaic without any frills
they who belong to a town Devakottai .
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