Meenas PoemsIt is an urge
not in the verge
from the depth
grows in strength
ever beautiful
looks wonderful
a love to keep it fresh
green and lush
makes me over protective
I am not a detective
do not mistake me as one
I like to nurture my passion
without any breaks and falls
well, that is my call.
It is being a deal
out of a feel
not anything financial
depends on the ecological
the unmindful usage
has led to a rummage
the excess emission
has resulted in a diffusion
the garbage and the filth around
has forced a deadly surround
the way we have abused nature
felling trees has become a feature
thee reclamation of land
has become a brand
now we cry with despair
these are the fruits of our repair
we have thoughtlessly over done
that be the glossary of all the undone
the tears of pain drop down
be the one of a disaster with a frown.
My little girl calls me regularly
the day before her front tooth had falle
she would report each and every episode daily
I should have listened to her passively
instead questioned her as how she looks now
should have stopped at that juncture
nay I did not refrain all the way
asked her with a mischievous twinkle
how she looks with a big gap in front
“do you look better or worse?”
her sharp reply startled me wholly
said she it is not better or worse as such
looks different as much .
The nectar drops
not from the bee traps
not from the bee hives
from the music I hear
intoxicates me more
I lose myself all the more
a trance I am in
unable to come to reality
a fascination I experience
now, just now, almost now.
Not a version
could be a reason
one with a fusion
at times of season
live I for no fun
go with interests in tons
every thing scores not high
so I go not for the buy
I keep away with a shy
that be the version in all
lest it would predict a fall.
The lush green meadows
shine with a lively gleam
leads to a fantasy not in a dream
an explicit illustration not a shadow.
The eyes feast with a pleasure
the heart breathes in a fresh air
wish to roll on the grass as bare
a flight much away from any pressure.
The cheeks turn pink with a glow
the face loves the wind that strikes it
the body is fully rejuvenated every bit
a quintessential strength gathers in a flow
Counting the stars
those in the sky
counting one by one
as slowly in a try
counting in a sequence
could be a plausible buy
counting at random
could be a difficult tie
yet I counted them
as if I am an astronomer
I counted them
committing not a misnomer
I counted them
all the more longer
I counted them
with being almost a failure
a reason not to aspire beyond
as they elude like a mirage
a status being too much high
as always away from the range
a desire too great in proportion
being all the way an avarice not strange.
The morning rise
to a tranquility
could never be anymore
as the roads turn busy
before the sun could peep.
The afternoon siesta
to a sleep
could never be anymore
as the roads remain busy
spite of the scorching sun.
The evening walk
to tone up the physic
could never be anymore
as the roads are still busy
spite of the partial darkness.
The night slumber
to a fantastic sleep
could never be anymore
as the roads continue to be busy
overwhelming the stillness around.
Not knowing what to do
and where to go
as it could never be anymore
the roads of life teem all through
letting out not a break in the journey
The mosquitoes bite me
I framed my windows with nets
the cockroaches hamper me
Everywhere I placed the trap sets
the lizards play around me
I placed antidotes in corners and dents
the ants get into my sugar container with glee
I draw lines with a chalk all around
now the squirrels play havoc in a spree
know not how to restrict them in a round
they eat up the fruits in the trees
build nests on windows and attic as found
stay I worried all the way
as I could fin no way
I have closed my house absolutely
only sun could enter freely
no chance of wind blowing through
a kind of living in a cage for necessity
with none to control or frighten me blue
A handsome man
Complexion not tan
Has lots and lots of fans
Does whatever he can
Being a great man
clads in pure white
Presents a lovely sight
Stands at great height
Walks erect and straight
Smiles with grace
A man past his sixties
Impresses all with an entice.
Meenas Poems 