Meenas PoemsThere was a squeak at the door.
It was a bird at the door.
It pecked on the door.
It was a rap. rapping on the door.
The noise, then slowed down to the core.
It looked strange more and more.
The bird stopped tapping at the door.
It moved away from the door.
It then rose up in a soar.
It flew high up in the fore.
It looked familiar more and more.
Words do have meaning.
They possess feelings.
They issue commands.
They are never to be broken.
Word is the essence of talk.
It enhances the speech.
It adds to the charm
It lifts up the pride.
Words are not playthings.
None can play and push it apart.
None can talk and ignore.
None can spell and forget.
Word catches up like fire.
It lasts longer than fire.
It hurts more than burns .
The resultant wound never heals.
A word is a promise.
It has an idealistic value.
It has a classic significance.
Its claims are lofty and tall.
An irresponsible word destroys sobriety.
An irrational word hampers harmony.
A harsh word dampens decorum.
A rude word damages the cordiality.
Word needs a careful address.
It requires a soft semblance.
It reflects one’s personality.
It speaks about one’s dignity.
Be careful with your terms.
Be cautious with your speech.
Be polite in your talk.
Above all, be definite in your word.
Every legal case is different.
As it has no precedent.
It may differ in degree macro or micro.
It might have merit or demerit although.
Judgments are independent.
Not clasped by averment.
Justice has to uphold truth.
Not to downgrade truth.
Counsels have to study the case sheets deep.
Not act shoddily as though half asleep.
A sound knowledge of law is a must.
To fight the case when put to test.
Each case is a new edict.
Never rely on the previous verdict.
Each one has twist and turn.
Review it sincerely without a spurn.
Remember, the client is your King.
Never you could become a King.
He, who pays you is atop.
You, who receives should never flop.
Never try to override him.
If so, you are deceiving him.
He would strike you hard.
And bash you without any regard.
Rude gestures would run you out.
Impolite words would throw you out.
Arrogance would doom you forever.
Authority would shun you more so ever.
Insecurity in profession drags you perhaps,
Lack of confidence in your ability draws you perhaps,
A hurried escape might be your requirement perhaps.
An express exit from the situation might be your motive perhaps.
Desirous of earning more and more is your goal.
Greed has seized your complacency in a toll.
An attempt to betray the client is highly
contemptuous.
Surely, all lawyers, with no exception are perfidious
It is a likelihood of proximity.
Might be a fallacy of divinity.
Calling for an immediate spontaneity.
Preceded by a tantalising agitation.
Followed by a vigorous affectation.
Spurred by a disoriented infusion.
The eyes wink in a speedy flutter.
The lips move in a strange clatter.
Words surge in and out in fine chatter.
The crowd throngs in a feverish momentum.
Eager to listen to the frenzied dictum.
Holding their breath they await the referendum.
Gradually the letters decipher into an ultimatum.
The words are strung to form a verbatim.
The wordy garland carries a prediction of events.
It is impregnate with a content.
The belief is beyond admission.
Well, it is an individual decision.
Going by it is a blind faith.
It is obviously a myth.
Yet, it has an arterial appeal.
It penetrates through the circulation.
Insinuating a deep perpetuation.
They conjoin
the mind and body in integration.
It is an experience thrilling, no doubt
Yet, it lacks an authenticity in stout.
Mind your language.
It reflects your lineage.
It gives you a leverage.
Mind your anger.
It talks of you in meagre
It lasts longer.
Mind your behaviour.
It illustrates your interior.
It delivers a profound exterior.
Mind your pride.
It takes you for a ride.
It dwells within your hide.
Mind your desire.
It evolves an aspire.
It diffuses into an ire.
Mind your attire.
It might infer a satire.
It spreads an admire.
Mind yourself in the world.
It is the perfect road.
It would lead you to heights untold.
A lawyer behaves extremely rude.
His words are abominably crude.
Well, dub him as a dude.
He thinks high of his capacity.
But lacks the basic integrity.
Well, he presents abnormal difficulty.
He betrays his valuable clients.
He supports their bitter opponents.
Well, call him an impertinent.
He may be successful in profession.
He is out of the area of appreciation.
Well, he is deficit of recognition.
The world should shun such unethical.
Keep him out of the radical.
Well, 
he is a criminal classical.
Pretensions get the better of life.
Pretexts go along with the strife.
Well, that is generally life.
Apprehensions rob the best part of life.
Anxiety dissects the major part of strife.
Well, that is invariably life.
Distinctions crawl amidst the delicate life.
Desire annihilates the valiant strife.
Well, that is incidentally life.
Ingratitude plucks the lovely part of life.
Inertia destroys the strenuous strife.
Well, that is inimitably life.
Jealousy eats up the major part of life.
Jeering kills the sincere strife.
Well, that is significantly life.
Vengeance corrupts the entire life.
Vicious condemns the velocity of strife.
Well, that is inadvertently life.
Years roll up to complete the cycle of life.
Yearnings move up to conclude the endless strife.
Well, that brings to the fag-end of life.
She lies in the bed with eyes wide open.
She lies there still but not for fun.
She lies motionless for hours in the run.
The Sun’s rays falls sharply on her eyes.
She lies frozen like a solid ice.
Is she real or a guise?
The noise around her is loud.
She lies undisturbed by the cloud.
She belies the spirit of the surround.
The day fades to a starry night.
She lies almost tight.
She presents an alarming sight.
The night sets in silently.
She makes no move relevantly.
Her posture calls for action immediately.
She rises from her bed in a sudden.
Smothers her dress of its crampled trend.
Walks up the aisle with hair done.
She leans over the rails.
She looks at the night’s trails.
She fathoms the dark sail.
She watches the vessel move.
She shuts her eyes in a disapprove.
Alas! her soul is entrapped in the groove.
She was brooding over the happenings.
She was recollecting the trappings.
Her memory took her long back.
Reminding her of the days in a track.
Once she was a golden girl.
She moved along with lovely frills.
She hummed in musical shrill.
Everyone danced to her drills.
She grew up to become a lovely lady fair
She commanded respect in all the flair.
Gliding through the tracks in a rare,
she evoked a shining glare.
The curtains are falling down.
Her demeanour has become a frown.
Her appearance has lost its glamour.
She withdraws herself into her chamber.
She has to come out of her past.
Eventually accept the present.
Go about with the tide in glory.
That is how we have to end the story.
Bottling up the emotions altogether,
Controlling the tears altogether,
Suppressing the sobs altogether,
She disappeared from the scene altogether.
The disruptive words scathed her almost.
The evil looks disarmed her almost.
The back bites scaled her down almost.
She, dishevelled,
ran in speed almost.
The hurt locked her in solitude.
The discomfort pushed her to ineptitude.
The bruise compelled her to change the attitude.
She, disoriented, lay down in platitude.
To pull her out of despondency was a hard task.
To restore her to normalcy was a difficult task.
Alas! she had to undergo a petulant task.
The come back would be an impossible task.
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