Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
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The woman bemoans and cries
unable to keep quiet
breaks down in a sigh 
takes not a bite
rants in rancour
swears in anger
mind she not
who it be in slot
be her son or husband
she fumes and disbands
lets out her emotions
not in small portions
pours out in full force
if that be her chose
the life would not be smooth
to tell the truth.
A man of no merit
nor of any credit
talks of his wealth
gathered by stealth
says he with pride
takes everyone by ride
he is a the wealthiest of all
none could reach his tall
has lands all over the place
most of them round his base
his business is prosperous
goes on he in such rapturous
the listener wants to run off
his brag is too much of an off
he talks so not on one or two occasions
has been a practice on all sessions
a man has turned senile I think so
Is he always like that? I do not know. 
Poetry
I had a dream
it was in a stream
water was in gleam
the sunlight fell on the beam
the ambience was in a seam
Indeed, it was a lovely dream.
Set sail in the boat swiftly
saw a whale deadly
moved towards me rapidly
blinked for a moment hopelessly
Indeed, I sat there ghastly.
The whale dashed against the boat
tossed and turned it on the float
down I went into the moat
engulfed by the whale stout
Indeed, it was a total rout.
I cried bitterly in fear
felt a nudge from the rear
the situation was out of gear
thought the end was near
Indeed, it was a panic jeer.
The alarm rang for long
I woke up to a song
caught my foot in the wrong
staggered in a way oblong
Indeed, it was a dream all along.
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Meenakshi Somasundaram.
the help does come
not from known
always from the unknown
a phenomenon often felt
the hand that turns away
is one of the nearest relation
the fingers that lead you
are that of the strangers
awaken to the truth
go ahead with hope
someone would come
to help you out .
This or that
keeps me in fret.
That or this
makes me hiss.
Could it be that?
cries my heart.
Could it be this?
move I like a fish.
A dilemma there be
causes a worry indeed.
This or that
lets me down flat. 
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The aunt and the niece.
go well together with a taunt
the older up to advice
the younger on to a device
the thrill the aunt experiences
when the niece dispenses
some information delightful
turns all that wonderful
the aunt bores a special affection
the niece holds on with a reflection
the duo entertain each other
not in a way always together
mostly in conversation over phone
be that in a soft lilting tone
a relation that is beyond description
an attachment that endears a reception.
The ways of men whatever it be
goes not in between
but through the bends
into the holes, down the drain
there be no rules nor be any justice
be there all incongruity
unable to access
nor aid in a see through
there be a great deviation
goes by in a fast track
almost startled by the factions
dissuaded by the traction
a feigned movement on the way
that always stands in a stay.
The drizzle all through the day
sent a sensation so lovely and gay
wanted to reach out to the fray
restrained the wish in a way
still overwhelmed to play
ran out to enjoy the rays
the rain drops fell on the face
went past me without a trace
yet could feel the dainty lace
so good was it in the brace.
There is a big temple
on a space ample
I could see a trample
it looks as a a gamble
to move in an amble
the sanctum is unreachable
the deity gleams adorable
negotiated through the jumble
almost with a fumble
prayed in the ensemble
peace descended i a preamble.
Careless in all
there be not small
there be all the great
be it of any rate
the loss not heavy
considered in the value
that of the sentiments
would bear an impact
could not be compensated
either by kind or cash
that which is gone
is lost forever.
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