Meenas PoemsDeceived by all
she stands there very tall
she did not fall.
Would have fallen
as expected by all
but she grew tall.
She grew tall
because of her resolute call
surprising for all.
she did not fall.
Her resolute call
flaunted others expectations in all
she grew
Sitting on a broken stool
the crooked man ate full.
Straightening his bent knee
he guffawed with glee.
With a full stomach
he went amuck
Relaxed himself by stretching his limbs
made the rickety stool jolt in the rim.
The stool gave out with a croaking sound
and the crooked man fell on the ground.
A fight is going on in the sea.
Over an issue as small as a bee.
The gun shots go out in a spree.
Making the less powerful to flee.
The winner sails across the sea.
Reaches his destination in a glee.
Before he could rejoice he turns to see.
Lo! there arises another turmoil brewing up in the sea.
Grades get across in learning
weighed by money and kind.
raising the rank high
facilitating a seat in courses
otherwise needing a skill
demanding a comprehension
working on a sensibility
to pursue the coveted programs.
Grades get across in business
cared by bribe and manipulation
promoting the transactions over and above
enabling an amazing growth
otherwise needing an acumen
requiring strong principles
practising on ethics
to get ahead of the potential deals.
Grades stumble and fall in politics
governed by deceit and greed
introducing a tall claim
enabling an unbelievable progress
otherwise needing a credibility
necessitating an integrity
inviting a trust
to acquire a ministerial berth.
Kate smells a rat in his perseverance.
His persistence has a hidden reference
as he is driven to the convergence
to distract her from diligence.
Kate ignores his indecent howl.
She minds not his tongue foul.
She shuns his untimely prowl
as it casts an odious growl.
The man behind him is a defined evil.
He plots Kate’s kill.
He pays his aid a heavy bill
as he aims to rob Kate of her fill.
Kate knows the plan to the full.
She faces him like a terrific bull.
His attempts to mollify her becomes null
as she implicates a vigorous pull.
The doer would encounter severe threads
in the form of words put up to the read.
The imposter would be put to a dread
which would make him one with the dead.
It was a walk, a steady walk.
It was a talk, a steady talk.
It was an act, a steady act.
Lo! it was all in all a steady fall.
It was a style, inimitable.
It was a grace, unimaginable.
It was a demeanour, nonchalant.
Lo! it was all in all a systematic fall.
It was a move, instant.
It was a rise, immediate.
It was a leap, unforeseen.
Lo! it was all in all a steep fall.
Whatever it was in stature.
Howsoever it was a feature.
Whosoever it might be.
Alas! it was all in all a crazy fall.
Every thing was in order, to the dot.
Everything was arranged in the slot.
Everything looked grand and great.
Alas! it was all in all a tumbling fall.
Something mystical runs through.
Sometimes it appears to be true.
Rest of the period it is a mirage.
Oh! it is all in all a predicted fall.
When do men cry?
Do you know?
Yes, for reasons that might sound familiar.
They wail loud uncontrollably
while they experience a loss
either be it death of a loved one
or be it a wipe away of the bullion
They break down instantly
when they are beaten,
either by their coparceners to a finality
or by their competitors in validity.
They weep inconsolably
while they are overtaken
either by their rivals in the run
or by their friends for no fun.
They shed tears immediately
when they get infuriated
either by their inability to achieve the slot
or by their inefficiency to amass wealth in lots.
Men do cry and sob unashamedly
when they are condemned obnoxiously,
and when they are jeered derisively.
Men cry the most in panic
when failures strike them with a blow
and when non recognition pushes them away from the flow.
Knowing now why men cry
we have to generously give them
a try.
Gender still holds preference.
Male has a high predominance.
Female holds a low reference.
Family considers boys as precious gift.
Girls are deemed as absolute pressure.
The distinction is found in every measure.
Schools give importance to boys.
The girls excel in performance.
Even so they fall back in prominence.
The male oriented society perceives different.
Men are physically strong and daring.
Women look frail and fearing.
Man take the upper hand all throughout.
Their decisions they ascribe pave the way to progress.
They push down the woman into a breathless repress.
The fairer sex seeks recognition.
Their workings are mostly without blemish.
Yet their image gets tarnished.
Tarnished they live. in anguish.
Their thoughts suffer a damage.
Their body succumbs to a hemorrhage.
The world has gone through a revolution,
Economy has changed to a global symposium
Sex till today implicates a feverish delirium.
The women face violence at every juncture.
Brutal rapes are becoming a common fixture.
The devastation of young girls calls for a biblical texture.
The mango tree is fluttering cheerfully in the garden.
The guava tree stands solemnly grim with a heavy burden.
A whiff of air blows all of a sudden.
The treesdangle vigorously with fruits heavily laden.
The fall of little mangoes makes the heart sadden.
The ripe yellow guavas come down in dozens.
The mango and guava are a subtle reference
to the world’s impermanence.
A child over there,
sits in a corner,
with nothing to share,
looks like a loner,
none to care,
expresses a sordid groan,
nervous like a hare,
crys like a mourner,
confined to a bare,
thinking aloud no sooner,
falls down in scare,
collapsing every other in a flare,
well, that is the end of the fair.
