Meenas PoemsThe sunrise is beautiful
so is the sunset .
the moon waxes and wanes
being lovely.
the stars twinkle day and night
great in tone
such be the features of nature
open and close
so be the characteristics of man
seen and unseen.
Noise in decibel
grow high and very strong
the ears rebel.
The noise pollutes
not with dust and dirt
sound not dilute.
The featured programs
be it in any channels
go with a wide popularity
the people sit glued
watch with an intensity
those around disappear
cry when the protagonist cries
laugh when the comedian performs
become a character in a way
talk about it for days
what an impact they hold!
hilarious most times
tragic too in a means
the precious time lost
hard to wean the majority
who turn out to be imprisoned
locked and blocked altogether.
A break is indeed what I require
a stop temporary would help
not very much I do in a routine
yet I feel the fatigue very much.
If tiredness sets in for a person like me
imagine what could be the state for those
who toil and work from morn to night
I am a no way comparison to them.
If I am so exhausted as I experience
my well being could be a question
nothing undesirable could be found
yet I need a break from what little I do.
Could it be to a monotony in the run?
Could it be due to age in the years?
Could it be to a cause unknown?
I really am not able to catch up.
The days go by
encounter a lot of delays
unable to go about my way
it has been a lifetime
seen no rhyme
whatsoever, be it in wealth
be it in health
that is not all a strength
being a destiny I conclude
playing hard on me rather rude
accept I without a murmur
while my heart loses its tremor
well, it is to me all through.
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