Meenas PoemsNot being the one in the fray
she kept herself away from the sway.
Not being one in the central stage
she stood away from the range.
Not being one in the prime place
she withdrew herself in phase.
Not being one in the front
she escaped from the brunt.
Not being one among the awardees
she was the one with no reward
that being her in a close
while this is what she chose.
Hung the clothes for drying
the suns rays came penetrating
I could stand no more
just put them in four
rushed inside as quickly
went out after an hour shortly
the clothes all in four
have dried up to the core
that being the strength of the sun
to live in this place is not fun
calls for an unimaginable endurance
should be driven by a perseverance.
I live in an abode
with cats and monkeys
in the entire surround
sparrows do hop and play
in the morning they abound
the dogs bark and whine
the nights are filled with such sound
on either side of me
live the Chinese with their families
opposite to me
there is an Indian man from the army
a little away from me
a Malay man runs a Nasi kandar shop
I live amidst all of them
my English keeps me on top.
The feverish fret over an occasion
provokes a laughter too much
the one who is in a delusion
cannot confront as such
deputes not one but too many
they succumb to his pressure
come out with issues tiny
they not being directly involved
act on behalf and for the sake
not bothered about what evolves
nor hear or listen to what breaks
the feverish man does the same
every way and everywhere he could
unmindful of the reputation and name.
