Meenas PoemsIt is a thought
being not taught
occasionally caught
never bought
being one of a strategy
that of great energy
I love to circumscribe
being a scribe
hope to achieve excellence
not with much of a dalliance
that could be my reward
being a sensational award.
Reblogged from poesyon.blogspot.com
Been always in a house
where there is a garden
fruit trees being too many
guavas, mangoes and sapottas
all seen over and above
luscious they are in full
organic they be in all
as I never use any chemicals
both as manure and pesticides
grown naturally without any artifice
they serve the squirrels first
then eaten up by my cook and chauffeur
in the company of my gardener and maid
the rest comes to my table once in a way
I eat them with a love and happiness
being grown in my own soil with great care
of course it is my gardener who nurtures
let him have the fair share being first in line
gives he to his colleagues
a gesture to be appreciated
alas! before he could lay hands on them
the squirrels take the plum
choose the best of the lot
enjoy and be contented with the excess
I find myself the last in the rung
have to accept it without much ado
as I know sharing is a blessing
I am blessed by growing and extending to others
a blissful soul I could turn to be in all time.
On and off I am cast
my mind being overcast
think I very fast
wanting to know who I am?
Being my thought now and then
I retreat into my den
think I very often
wishing to know who I am?
Tossed over and over again
I smile without pain
think I with no gain
dying to know who I am?
I am so and so I conclude
daughter of one in include
wife of the other in seclude
not enough to know who I am?
Who I am ? I straighten up
I am a being in a round up
same to be said of about a pup
being nobody is what I am?
