Meenas PoemsNine days of this month
being that Of November
with rains in plenty
the sunshine in scanty
the days seem to pass
with the lovely impasse
a strain of heat not felt
a grain of coolness
surrounds in the most
the birds enjoy the change
the flowers blossom with joy
find there a freshness all over
a scene of beauty and beatitude
as if in a portraiture of beauty
a glossary of wonder and fascination.
It is the little one’s birthday
a day to remember
joyful for the big children
great for the parents
especially to the mother
the little one would find
no difference whatsoever
yet gets elated mightily
when everyone sing
the Birthday song.
chimes with them
“Happy Birthday to you”
knowing not the meaning
plays with his friends
that too for a while
goes back with his pet toy
being a car in his case
revels pushing it far and near
more or less he is lost
being in his own world
a place where innocence prevails
where imagination overwhelms
away from the mundane in a way
into a world of fantasy and fascination
Happy Birthday to you my little grandson.
I was amidst a crowd
heard none of their bustles
I am in front of the Television
see none of its programs
I have a book in my hand
turn pages but read nothing.
I talk to my friend
talk I without knowing
I drive through the traffic
see nothing in front
I cook my food all the days
mechanical it seems to be
I live all the years
focusing not on one action
it be called a distraction
having not a follow
seeing not keenly
hearing not with a wish
observing anything at all
a deviation is there all through
might be I am not interested
sure, the fascination holds you
sure, the love keeps you glued
if not you are away
your mind is somewhere else
your body is present
it happens to me from time long
even now when I am writing this song.
Fascination depends on each
could be different in a reach
a child loves toys
they are his joy
a girl likes a beautiful dress
it must be her press
you might like money
makes you sunny
I might love to write
puts me in the path right
each one likes and lives
that renders them an allow
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