Meenas PoemsIt is a day when my throat is out
speechless I am all through
now and then this happens
my throat goes out of order
people in my land, India.
take a vow not to talk
mostly on Thursdays
a day of the Guru.
call it as Mauna viradham
this they do with a determination
but to me, it is God Given
when I am down with a bad cold
and incessant cough
my throat would get stuck
and I practise Maunam
A bee
buzzes all around with a flee
an engagement in glee.
A call from a senior
early in the morning
an enquiry about health
felt a cordiality in her voice
finally rested on a query a
my innocence is exploited
as usual by many persons like her
she comes up with a curiosity
will, I participate in a function?
I smiled and kept quiet
she knows well that I will not
why does she put forth this question
I really do not know.
Like it
the bird’s early morning tweet
being extremely sweet.
The wheel of fortune
stays not in one place
turns as often as it can
brings a downturn unexpectedly
strikes an upswing unknowingly.
The wheel rotates on its own
waits for none in its course
the rich turn poor
the order reverses
it being governed by infinity
wheels towards infinity.
Worked on the poem The Wheel Of Fortune.
The original,
The wheel of fortune
turns with a will
the one up for a time
comes down for sometimes
change no one wishes
it happens whatever matters
round and round the wheel rotates
spins and revolves
leaving no time or any space
fortunate turns unfortunate
the rich become poor
a circulation compulsory
being one of infinity.
Like to know from the readers which one is good ?
Please, let me know as I am preparing the manuscript.
Thanks,
Meena.
Who governs the nation?
that is not my botheration
I have my views of governance
I go by a reference
not anyone can rule.
Happens so
a man with no education
rules not one term
is at the helm
for many terms
a disappointment sets in
the voters, at least the majority
take the money and vote
could be due to their necessity
blame none for the state of affairs
people should learn to vote
that will take time
till then I wish to go
with my work not bothered
about the governance.
I had a very unpleasant experience
my keyboard gave me a headache
I tried all possible ways
still I am not fully on the way.
The delete key has stopped
does not delete at all
so does the backspace
does not go back .
Why did it happen?
I do not know. Sit with fingers crossed
Sit with fingers crossed
nay, fingers typing to find a solution.
The day passed without any result
I hope, hereafter, I should learn to type
without mistakes and flaws
a difficult task to achieve.
I misspell, go wrong in tenses
more on the punctuations
now, I have to be careful
till I get the keys right.
As a girl, I sat on a stool
the ayyamma liberally smothered sesame oil
on my head and on my body.
The oil was allowed to settle down. After fifteen minutes
she shampooed my hair with shikakai
and bathed my body with the same powder
she poured water boiled in a copper vessel
called vemba . Dried cow dung cakes were used as fuel
My mother took charge of me after the bath.
she dried the hair
by lighting sambrani holders with coal
sprinkled sambrani powder
a fragrance emanated. The hair turned absolutely dry. Sambrani was used to
ward off cold attacks.
My mother tied my hair in a loose knot.
Oil baths were on Tuesdays and Fridays
not a week passed without this ceremonial bath.
ayyamma — nanny.
sambrani— Benzoin resin.
vemba— vessel used to boil water
It is a retrospection
back to the days of my childhood
remember Miss. David
a burly woman with powerful glasses
screwed up my ears when I misspelt
caned me if I went wrong in the tenses
gave a kuttu in my head
if I added wrongly
held me close to her bosom
If I recited my multiplication tables correctly
It was a rigour more of in a kind
was also fun in a way
learning under supervision
not an ordinary one
one with punishment immediate
had a bonafide result
The rains are in swing
the reptiles and insects
have taken their wings
find them in all sections
snails crawl in the backyard
frogs hop almost everywhere
needless to say about lizards
the fly flies in and out without any care
bothersome it is to keep them off
rains do bring relief to all
they do create a havoc in their first call.
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