Meenas Poems
The waves toss high and low.
The sea comes in and goes out.
The fire rises up and slumps down.
The forests get thick and then thins down.
The mountains grow huge and declines down
The path runs steep and straightens out.
Man alone stands out from this natural recourse.
There was a lovely pond,
Full of water and fish,
The ducks traversed in a bond,
Quacking all the way with a wish,
Water lilies and lotus bloomed beautifully,
The children played around merrily,
One fine day the pond was drained,
Sand was dumped to make it plain,
The pond took the shape of a big ground,
The land value was zealously found,
Buildings came up in scores,
Offices started operations in full force,
Thus the pond lost its serenity overnight,
It is an illustration of greed in sight,
It is money that looks highly grand
All other things are forgotten in this land.
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.
The sun shines fiery red,
The sky is sparkling bright,
It is a dazzling sight.
The temperature rises high,
The heat makes us sigh,
Forcing us to utter a cry.
The sun becomes fierce,
The redness turns vitreous.
It evolves a lot of fears.
The trees are cut,
The flow of water is shut,
The land turns into a rut.
It is an ominous portraiture,
It is a neglect of nature,
It is an environmental disaster.
There is no retributive action,
Summits are arranged for discussions,
Involving expenses in large proportions.
Leaders fly across the world,
Talk long with eloquence gold,
Return with no solution bold.
Years go in speed,
Yet there is no lead,
To sort out the bleed.
I gaze at the ratio,
Cars ply up and down
Bikes expel fumes brown,
The honking is deafening,
The thoroughfare is burdening,
The environment has dealing,
The carbon emission is suffocating,
Where do they go? I wonder,
What for ? I ponder,
The activity extends to midnight,
It looks to me a meaningless plight.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The grasshoppers are busy flying ,
The butterflies are buzz buzzing,
The birds are sweetly singing,
Depicting a scene most relaxing,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The baby is crying,
The elder boy is crazily drifting,
The Lady is attentively cooking,
Expressing a mood most exasperating
It is then the Sun came out from the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The street is actively bustling,
Cars are incessantly plying,
People are hurrying,
Enacting a plight most ruminating,
It is then the Sun comes out from the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
It is a mood most relaxing,
The morning scenario is galvanizing
The routine activities are thronging,
Presenting the most plausible enthralling,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
It is a beautiful may morning,
The dawn is amazing,
Punctuated by the episodes enticing,
Referred by the instances appealing,
Graduated by regular happenings,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
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A fastidious bowl over,
An incongruous show along,
A grotesque feel all over,
As I saw a heap lying along.
It was not a pile of waste ,
Nor a wholesome trash,
It was not a dusty paste,
Nor a gruesome crash.
It was a plastic heap,
Lying unmoved for years,
Bags ,bottles buried deep,
Moving earth to tears.
It is there steadfast,
Emanating a stench so foul,
People go ahead fast,
Twitching their noses with a growl.
It causes affliction,
As it lives persistent,
It incites a perpetuation,
As its extinction is resistant.
It gulps the earth,
In a swift gobble,
It harms the earth ,
To a shaky wobble.
Insecurity finds place,
Fertility of the soil is at stake,
Health is in a disastrous phase,
Man encounters a real crisis not fake.
Driving through undulation.
Crossing the vegetation,
Negotiating the rude turns,
Breaking through the thorny ferns,
We went up above the hills
It was sombre sweet,
Birds chirping a gentle tweet,
Gleefully whisked along the way,
Benevolently carried away in sway,
We went up above the hills.
It was refreshing smart,
With breeze blowing aloft,
Aromatic fragrance spreading across,
Caressingly l
ifting the nostrils to a gross,
We went up above the hills.
It was green,
Full of sheen,
Layers of lush trail,
Lay freely without bail,
We went up above the hills.
It was picturesque,
Never was it grotesque,
Throwing a colourful hue,
Glowing under a lovely blue,
We went up above the hills.
It was totally fresh,
There was no rude brush,
Rendering a breathlessness,
Inducing a togetherness,
We went up above the hills.
It was Nature , pristine nature,
It was a feature, delightful feature,
The grace was infinite,
The exuberance was never too finite,
We went up above the hills.
It was a beautiful landscape.
Though not very extensive,
All forms were naturally shaped,
Flat, hilly, valley, padlock all in a derivative,,
Hedges , plants, shrubs, trees altogether tufted,
Presenting a picturesque bouquet decorative.
The rose plants displayed an exotic colourful hue,
Spreading a lovely mild fragrance along the path,
The hedges extended a little high clue,
As they guarded the way without wrath,
The tall trees lent a shadowy cue,
As they gave a shelter with greenish bath.
The flowers blew over each other,
Raising a nostalgic intoxication,
The shrubs fell over one another,
Reviewing a luxurious sensation,
The huge trees bowed up and down on one another ,
Redirecting a sumptuous consultation.
The green grass ran all through,
In between the plants in gaiety,
The thick green carpet retold a grow,
As large stretches of infinity,
The lush green lawns proposed a bow,
Commending the creators ability
The air around gets choked,
The voice of most becomes hoarse,
Many cough violently.
A metallic sound emanates –boo,boo.
Fumes rise up from far,
The eyes turn blood-red,
Tears flow down in a dizzy.
A sobbing sound gets in – hiss,hiss,
Vehicles produce carbon emissions,
Choking man and nature together,
Implicating a catastrophe deliberately.
A chaotic commotion wakes up – ugh , ugh
Cigar smoking emit carcinogenic tobacco
The lungs become weak,
Short of breath triggers fatality.
A silence is remarkably felt.
Who makes all these?
The powerful man makes them all,
To aid him in his ventures plausibly,
A voiceless, cheerless , breathless, dead 
man emerges.
Meenas Poems 