Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
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Right across the ocean
there lived a fish alone
it swam in a portion
with a very happy tone
nurtured no notion
slept soundly in peace
until a tsunami swept
the ocean into pieces
the fish helplessly wept
seen no more in less.
The cuckoo calls in the morn
come out and play
a delight of dawn
little light on the way.
The night is there
darkness a tinge light
the sun is found there
peers through the sky in slight.
The day and night are on sight
grey and pale yellow in hue
the ambience is of a peaceful wait
the interior still looms in blue.
The peculiar union is not strange
there blows the wind with pleasure
the celestial symphony excels in a range
as men slumber still in leisure
Great and exalted all the more in love
the picturesque scenario goes unattended
there could be seen the flight of doves
a drizzle falls almost defended.
Clever she feels
great she thinks
beautiful she adores
herself in a stream
of all excellent quality
overshadows her foibles
that be her confidence
high above a level
that of her pride
too much in an overbear
Yes, she walks with head high
never sees down at all
always focuses on the stars
that do not shine in the morn.
Remember your mother
think of your father
say the Holy Scriptures
acknowledge the Holy men
a nice thought in the run
how could it be ?
I address with a plea.
They brought us to the world
raised us well as told
worked hard to take care
is it anything rare?
I recollect the days slowly
fighting odds was not there truly
the little here and largesse there
has left me to close
bare.
The good they did to me at least
never outdid the bad in treat
showered they the treasures on one
refused to part the same to the next one
I mean not the monetary in all
they be the love in full
never did I receive any without trial
well, that might be their style.
The Holy Scriptures do not record
nor do the Holy Men are in accord
the one-sided formula is the universal rule
ignore the travails they preach in full
work on the positives all the more
set aside the negatives from the shore
never could I act on that way
I stand alone from the crowd all day.
He smiles at others
words fall like feathers
kind to his chosen friends
elegant in a trend
has two faces in all
the other one is a drawl
frowns at his wife
words stab like a knife
callous to selected kin
shouts and creates a din
he lives thus all through
his deal is without a clue.
It is worry
that keeps in a flurry
settles on reverie 
The proposal of a wedding
takes its flight on the wings
practically it is any other thing
need not cause a ring.
A happy disclosure it is
news of delight and bliss
likely it is an event to cherish
differently provokes a gossip in a hiss
The flow turns an overflow
the alliance loses its glow
manipulations induct in a slow
precincts of a distinctive row.
Does it express a sensation ?
The bride points to a distinction
The bridegroom sports an elucidation
reigns there a supreme association.
I marvel at this juncture
it is a mild and soft flutter
should go without any rupture
a harmony into the future
The exaltation and constriction
at the same time with a proposition
in astrology and in life 
profess a distribution
bring a cheer curtailed
an equilibrium instilled
nothing that overwhelms
nothing that plunges
this be the status in a drill
a little of that in frill
a little of the other in full
there is the balance in all
goes so without a fall.
The power shut down in a place
has no electricity for most hours
a day goes without power in phase
there are outages almost every hour
termed as peak and lean durations
the blame is on Nature
failure of rains in situations
that is the regular feature
monthly, bi annual and annual in row
the electrical shortage goes throughout
inducting a lot of discomfort in blow
yet the maintenance is not to the mark
assigned a day for total cut off
the inhabitants endure with no remark
the governance in India
goes on with a laugh.
A fever in the body
the temperature is high
there sets in a delirium
disoriented feel arises
pain in the neck and head
a discomfort not experienced
the child looks hapless
with eyes full of water
blood-shot and tired
the body shivers in fits
up and down it goes
the child tosses and turns
pity her most is all
I can do in a moment
pray did I with fervour
for her recovery in speed.
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