Meenas PoemsEconomy in jitters
so go the tweeters
China fumbles
oil tumbles
the European Union
falters and falls
the Americas
go up and down
stocks fall
indices in fear
a mayhem is found
could be a turmoil
similar to Nature’s
2015 saw many downs
crashes and terror.
2016 has a start
looks it would push up
not very encouraging
not discouraging too.
Keep a record of events
could be reported in a deviant
follow it up with a strident
never leave it in a trident.
Keep a record of your days
could besiege you in ways
follow it up with a chase
never leave it in a haze.
Keep a record of your accounts
could deter you in many counts
follow it up with a bound
never leave it in any rounds.
Keep a record of your talk
could dampen you in all walks
follow it up in stock
never leave out any stalk.
Could you catch up with me
a guidance to all without fee
track all you do and all you see
no matter how simple and silly they be .
The inspiration I receive
from corners unknown
one could not believe
comes from places not well known.
The interest I show
on objects ordinary
one could not better show
springs a surprise beyond degrees.
A bird sits on my window
day in and day out pecks
with its sharp beak rather hollow
an injury to my decks.
A squirrel runs up and down
day in day out plays hide and seek
swift and sharp in its run
an episode of freak.
A flower white and pure
could be a jasmine in due
attracts me with a lure
an exclusive aroma and hue.
The one green and feeble
could be a grass in a specific
shines, dances and trembles
a picturesque detail in graphic.
I could go with my enumerations
those being the most unsophisiticated
cause a lot of distractive inspirations
that I seamlessly imbibed .
The button rose as it be called
more so a table rose as known
catches the sight in a quick
looks so beautiful with no stick.
They bloom in multitudes
colourful in a hue
yellow, pink and red in due
lovely they dance in magnitudes.
The table rose being so tiny
cute and pretty in a spread
grow everywhere with less care
never could see them bare.
Being the cousin of the royal one
they participate in the adorn
though not as stately as the majesty
turn out to be a sheer beauty.
Not all could claim tall
nor could achieve great
could claim high in their ride
the button rose shows such a pride.
The girl wants to go home
she has been in a roam
for a time in the storm
has lost her way back home.
She is stranded for a while
calls “mama, mama” all the while
could not find anyone in the side
cries with fear none being beside.
The passers by look at her with pity
none did wish to take her to the city
which she called to be her own
cried with fear in a pathetic tone.
One kind person came to her
held her hand with love for sure
wiped her tears with care
took her in her arms an act rare.
The people around looked on
the samaritan played no fun
walked with the child not in haste
she being a soul all the more chaste.
The girl immediately took to her
smiling she went with her
at least one among the crowd
released the girl from her shroud.
Being, as it is, a very easy effort
none did offer to help but deferred
know not why people behave so?
could quote many such incidents in row.
The poetic muse lives far away
beyond one’s reach in a way
being intangible all the more
elusive like a mirage even more.
When it comes into hold
would allow you to unfold
passionate you would turn
the incitements would burn.
Being possessed by the muse
you could easily play the ruse
the words and emotions intertwine
the pun and parody keep the shine.
The poetic muse lies far away
beyond anyone’s reach in a way
the gifted could reach it with ease
others would remain with a tease.
The cupid’s arrow
it not fit the bow
it passed very low
very much far below .
The arrow of Cupid
came so rapid
it hit the stupid
not affected a little bit.
The arrow was shot
did not work anything hot
it created a clot
the effort went rot.
Cupid laid down his weapon
the world became a dampen
love could not be seen anywhere
became an orphan without care.
A breeze swept by
laden with a moist
that be usual you say
this be with a fragrance
most unusual I say.
A whiff of fresh air
struck the face
that be usual you say
this be with an aroma
most unusual I say.
A wind with moist brings rain
the most familiar version
a wind with fragrance entices
the most familiar diction
a wind with aroma enchants
the most familiar distinction.
So, there goes the breeze in a speed
strikes the face never with a greed
smothers with a love infinite
kisses with an affinity definite
an enjoyment is there in stock
exhilarates the entire flock.
The little white flower
tiny and pure in colour
fragrant in odour
grown in my garden
the flowers are densely laden
buds innumerable in a bound
know not which abound
the leaf all green and shiny
dwarfed by the flower’s beauty
seem to be sullen and quiet
the buds shoot out in a cluster
illumine the environ with a luster
an aroma spreads all over
makes one to step out and hover
a breathe in and out could favour
the lungs with a great ease
while the nose inhales the fresh lease
the rejuvenation of the system is on the go
a pleasure of a magnitude to all around
a treasure of great dimension to the surround
the tiny flower known as Jasmine to the world
better known as “Madurai Malli” in Tamil words.
Friendless and foeless
he lives in a land remote
knows none that much
a quiet life as such.
Not bothersome or worrisome
he lives in a land remote
all to himself as much
a quiet life as such.
Graceful and wonderful
he lives in a land remote
with poise as much
a quiet life as such.
Never inquisitive nor a detective
he lives in a land remote
with no curiosity as much
a quiet life as such.
Trouble free and carefree
he lives in a land remote
with no burden as much
a quiet life as such.
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