Meenas Poemsit is a very tiring day
almost at home the full day
yet felt very tired in a way
the day is different anyway
with a lot of things in view
many more waiting in the queue
some more to be placed in lieu
others have to be looked for the due
those are the things in few
that makes me tired
and now I am fixed with glue.
The sun is grinning
as much as it could.
It is chuckling
all by itself in private.
It is laughing
with an empty guffaw in public.
It looks as though
it is jeering and mocking
at all of us under its canopy
reeling in the sweltering heat.
sweating unholy.
Late in the evening there was a mad rush.
The movement was so heavy it caused a crush.
The travellers were making a lot of fuss.
running helter skelter in distracted hush.
Clambered into the right train at last 
The train puffed and puffed as it moved out of the station
A pleasant breeze gushed through the window’s crosssection.
Sleep knocked down the eyes to a complete inert disposition.
The head nodded vigorously to the train’s speed like a doll in an exhibition.
An hour later the train reached the destination.
The commuters with their baggage got out of the station.
They made their way to their homes in utter exhaustion.
This was every day happening for them without any relaxation.
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It was a tiring day.
getting up early in the day
to attend a wedding some 100 miles away,
while the hot penetrating sun’s ray,
pierces through the skin’s layer in a severe array,
causing a perspiration in a steady stay,
creating an unpleasant tedium in a sway,
yet had to mark the presence without delay,
otherwise it would lead to an unsolicited fray.
It is exhausting and suffocating.
It is always doing.
Keeping the legs running
Forcing the thoughts to a working.
Directing the eyes to a hovering.
Enabling the brains to a calculating.
Giving instructions needs a knack.
It is most times a difficult task.
Supervision should never go slack.
as it that would land in flak.
Execution takes us to a track.
That would bring us lot of thanks
With eyes wide open we go about.
Even after that we step over the target in a miss out.
With deep deliberation we go about.
Even after that we clumsily handle the trial in a shoot out.
With meticulous handling we go about.
Even after that we fumble badly leading to a fall out.
This happened today not once but many a time.
Faltered and fell down at every chime.
Misspelt and missed every rhyme.
Lost and stood helpless at every lost aim.
Struggled and worked hard to earn a dime.
Alas! today is a day of costly slips in a mime.
It is a fastidious vacuum.
It keeps one out of form.
It makes one dull in norm.
It creates a violent storm.
Inflicting a terrible harm.
Causing a desolate charm.
Drought prevails all over.
Rivers are brown in a stop over.
Grass has turned yellow in a make over.
Cattle look pale
white in a drop over.
Men appear faintly dark in a hang over.
drought extinguishes all spirit in a fall over.
The body is in motion.
The mind is in commotion.
There is no coordination.
Everything moves in acceleration.
Leading to an arrest of notions.
It is likely to bring an inertia.
The mind works towards an amnesia.
The limbs succumb to a paralytic differentia.
The spirit dies in a distinct criteria.
A pressure exists day in and day out.
Reflecting a seizure all the way out
Resembling a torture all about.
Indicting a strain on the whole.
Negotiating with pressure is exasperating.
Working under pressure is devastating.
Coping with it is a masterly scheduling.
Winning over is a prudent dealing.
Pressure keeps mounting all through.
Dashing the hopes of victory in a ruse.
Driving to a madness in a strain true.
Subscribing to a trial right over.
Never entertain pressure is the common cry.
Learn to live in ease is a voted try.
Accept the eventuality with a gentle sigh.
Well this design is a significant buy.
The rain was pouring intermittently.
It was without force inevitably.
It ranged with a lag deliberately.
The roads looked clumsy totally.
People stayed back compulsorily.
The resultant was discomfort absolutely.
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