Meenas PoemsColours give a fantastic splash,
Red, they say is a sign of danger,
It goes with fire and blood,
it also aligns with anger,
It is sometimes eye-catching,
With an association of shades,
A lighter red is most attractive,
Elucidating a charm and desire,
Warming up to a cordiality,
Indicating a significant good will,
Well ,this is how we could talk of other colours too.
There was a huff and a puff,
There was a loud jarring cough,
There was a heavy sneeze,
A smoke was seen through the trees.
The fire was ignited to burn rubbish,
It lay all around in big heaps,
The fumes butted out in a fleece,
It spoilt the environment’s peace.
It choked the young and old alike,
The lungs had to perform a strike,
Working with wheezing and halted breath,
Struggling amidst the spasmodic hearth.
People go about their own way,
Spoiling the habitation in a quick sway,
Inflicting the population with a deal,
Far more criminal than steal.
It was a sudden outrage,
It was a burst of temper,
It was alarming, very alarming.
It was very spiteful,
It was wantonly done,
It was disgusting, very disgusting.
It was really intriguing,
It was actually disturbing,
It was painful, extremely painful.
After long deliberation,
Caught the theme,
It looked distressing, very distressing.
It was all due to insecurity,
It was because of untold fear,
It made me sad,very sad.
Insecurity invokes anger,
It also invites suspicion,
It acts disproportionately.
Daggers are weapons sharp,
Eyes are organs incisive,
Daggers bring fear and night mare,
Stains of blood are smeared everywhere,
Eyes emit evil and conceit,
Remnants of hate are found everywhere.
The physical assault is horrendous,
As a stab slits open the physique,
Inflicting a damage deadly to the body,
The mental attack is torturous,
As a look tears apart the psychic,
Paralysing the mind to a desolation.
She looks daggers goes the simile,
Looks are more penetrating than a sting,
They kill the spirit of life on the whole,
Decimating the liveliness from the soul,
It is definitely worse than a brutal murder,
As it impoverishes the mind of its glory.
The piercing dagger and the evil looks,
Kill the life and spirit in a momentum,
As stabbing fiercely takes the life out,
Looking deceitfully throws the mind asunder,
There fore life holds no value basically,
Lo!the spirit lies dead unceremoniously.
Palpitations kept his heart beat in a race,
An unexplainable sorrow stole the grace,
An unbelievable tale
set the deface,
It was a hell to survive the blaze.
Nevertheless he had to get through it in a daze
There were additional frothing in the furnace,
Boiling over in an unexpected ablaze
Yet he had to put up with it in a phase.
It was all built up in a madness,
It was a texture of serious illness,
It massacred the veracity to a stillness,
Yet he had to face it with a boldness.
The heart fluttered high and low,
Casting a picture of a shadowy glow,
The performance was deadly slow,
Oh! the extension was halted with a severe blow.
It is a story of a loving pal,
He fell a prey to a rude call,
Oh! it was a terrible fall,
Lo! he breathed his last in a drawl.
The garden was stocked with fallen leaves,
Gathering them up was a task in a fleece,
There was an uninterrupted fall from trees,
Leaves came down slowly after a gentle breeze.
Green and yellow leaves lay scattered without a cease,
Twigs small and big landed down in the crease,
They made the garden look like a messy freeze,
Inadvertently it seemed an entertainment set to please.
Cleaning up was a target beyond reach,
Finding a team was a difficult breach,
The work had to be done with a screech,
As there was no time to impeach.
Like the dry leaves thoughts crowd
The mind quivers in a desperate shroud,
Sprucing it up seems to be a task loud,
Resuming equanimity is like a falling cloud.
The imbalance strikes hard mercilessly,
Reviewing it generates apprehension enormously,
Yet gardens could be swept and cleaned spotlessly,
But the mind withholds the trials though not erroneously.
Falling down causes a hurt,
Skidding leads to a hurt,
Seeing daggers imposes a hurt,
Speaking sharp proposes a hurt,
Attitude indifferent brings out a hurt,
Physical wound is a tolerable hurt,
Abstract outrage is an unbearable hurt.
As accidents are causes for hurts,
Evil breaks up lot of hurts,
The body staggers with a hurt,
It loses its power along with a hurt,
The mind succumbs to the hurt,
It desperately slides down with the hurt,
This is the most diabolical of all hurts.
Days go without power,
Nights go without power,
The people who are in power,
Get drunk with power,
Robbing those who vote them to power,
Making them live without power,
That can mean electrical power,
And can also refer to money power,
People in power become powerful,
People who vote for them become powerless.
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Schools are production houses akin to industries
They are into manufacturing process with diligence,
Children are spun into yarn without any thick and thin,
Then woven into weft and warp without any fault,
Finally they find their light more or less like a cloth
Schools are into intense competition,
Learning by rote is the only assumption,
Reading becomes a mere automatic application,
Writing takes the form of just copying,
Comprehension is nowhere to be found.
Children perform under pressure,
Losing their childhood in the course,
Scores usurp the central place,
Assimilation takes the back seat,
It is a mechanical mess up.
Tests and exams are predominant,
High grades are the goal of the parents,
Streams of examinations besiege the young mind,
Abandoning them into a cess pool of valuation,
Dooming them to a world of professionalism.
Each child has a liking of its own,
Each one can live his life only once,
Robbing them of their play and leisure,
Compelling them to forsake their ambition,
Is a dreaded sin than any other.
Schools with excessive achievements,
Steal the show and grab the status,
Their demands make us fall back,
The education imparted is no way fabulous,
Yet we find a long queue waiting in their gates.
Two and a half-year old has to take a test,
Parents have to attend interviews,
Those who are supposed to be in the cradle,
Come out to face the stern teachers,
The sweet smile converts itself to a loud cry.
Oh! what a cruelty the children undergo,
Where are you Blue cross and Red cross?
Taking care of animals is humanitarian,
How do you miss the plight of the toddlers?
Could you not do anything to save them?
It is, a shock,a terrible shock.
It is ,a revelation,a shocking revelation,
It is, but a truth, a revealing truth,
It is hard to accept, truly hard.
Coming out of it was a nightmare, a terrific one
It is a rude strike, an unnerving one,
It is an unbelievable episode, a stifling one,
It is hard to accept, truly hard.
What is it so alarming?
It is a murder, gruesome murder,
A teacher was stabbed by a her ward,
He is a fierce and young boy of fourteen.
The teacher was alone in her class, all alone,
The boy dashed in like a storm,
Slit her throat and butchered her,
She fell down in a pool of blood screaming .
The cause for such provocation is a warning,
The irregularity and inefficiency of the boy was condemned,
It is but the duty of the teacher to do so,
The infuriating rashness has cost a precious life.
The post of a teacher has become a mockery,
Her family is now destined to suffer,
A momentous fury has brought death,
It is difficult,to comprehend, really difficult.
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