Meenas Poemsit is a nice day
being a Tuesday
the day after the first day
the mind still fresh and in style
the physic in form and agile
the workload not too heavy
with no tax to levy
the official duty not too taxing
slacken a little with a talking
a sweet interaction among colleagues
humorously sharing their relics
the brows that usually knit due to pressure
relax and widen enjoying the treasure
being one of happiness and peace
a contentment felt not in a piece.
I wish to
live in a world of my own
which I will never disown.
I love a world all for myself
none others to bother the self
been born out of a mother
my thoughts are invalid rather
as I come from the womb
I see many others in the room
the gynecologist and her team
announce the birth with a beam
the crowd around rejoices aloud
my mother curls in a shroud
then I see many faces
which would play a role in phases
I cry in a full-throated ease
as I lie in a distinctive freeze
Could I remake the world?
If so how would it be?
My little fingers unfold
the thumb says in a voice bold
first there should be no fraud
all things should be straight
conceal nothing from sight
the pointing finger juts out
I foresee an accusation throughout
primarily it counts on behavioural trends
condemns rapes with a mighty bend
the middle finger long and slim
talks slowly of the issues in dim
the child abuse is a detraction grave
the contention of the ring finger is brave
modestly puts forth the hardships of slaves
though it is less it still plays
the biggest issue in mind
the tiniest finger finds
the finger drums on Peace and Contentment
both require a dedication and commitment
my fingers close in a clasp so tight
reluctant to open out anymore
the child in me wakes up with a startle
preparing to face the battle
unleashed by the external forces
meantime sleep overtakes me by force
well, could I create such a world as I envisage?
mind you that would prove to be a great salvage
a world without greed, deceit and strain
would be a Heaven where you feel no pain
Could I create such a world?
I would, I swear by my word!
The neem tree in my garden
has grown in abundance
branches spread on all sides
with leaves sprouting on every place
a theme of contentment prevails
as I look at the huge tree so great.
A shelter it is to all who pass by
a place of rest to the tired
a meeting place for the hawkers
a play area for the children
a theme of contentment prevails
as I look at the huge tree so great.
It is a tree that gives no money
it is but a massive one almost a waste
says my neighbour with a heave and sigh
requires labour and time to sweep around
a theme of discontent prevails
as he looks at the huge tree so great.
He knows not the indirect benefits he derives
a
walk down the lane which lay bare and treeless
would teach him a lesson in a short period
the breeze he enjoys around his home
soothes and smothers his body and mind together
a theme of contentment he would understand
the next time he looks at the huge tree so great.
Anything more to say
it has passed in a way
what is going to stay?
emphatically nothing in a nay
think of that anyway
that is a beacon in a ray
peace and contentment in everyway
should be your chosen way
Meenas Poems 