Meenas PoemsA wedding ring
shines with a bright gleam
reflects the life to be.
A wedding quiet
all done in a sober
illustrates the solemnity.
A wedding altogether
a union of two hearts
an amalgamation serene.
A wedding in itself
rests not on the wedding bells
a thrust on love.
I lose track of the incidents
what happens I do not know?
much takes place without my knowledge
I am in the dark most times
not aware of the recent developments
much takes place in my absence.
I am being left out as often
not abreast of the details in full
kept away from the progress.
I am away from the rest
both in mind and in the body
absolutely distanced from the show.
Could that be a bane or a boon?
I really do not know as such
I am away in body and in spirit as much.
I make a repeat intentionally
as of being away all the more
am in peace all through .
The rice boiling
the vegetables steaming
the broth simmering
the clock chiming
the school bus honking
the child bathing
the mother running
the father reading
the Indian household
in the morning
a chaos for the female
a peace for the male 
Gradually it grows
not so fast in a way
not so high and tall
stages be its call.
Gradually it flows
not in a rush in a way
not so strong and high
stages in tries.
Gradually it learns
not in a quick way
not so brilliant in part
stages in a sort.
Slow and steady wins the race
goes the maxim in a trace
the process being regular in all
the registration be better in call.
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