Meenas Poems
It was a terrible start.
As everything has fallen apart.
The scenario created a dart.
How to outsmart ?
The sequence is difficult to impart.
Should the horse go before the cart?
The mind is swirling in a dizzy thwart.
A numbed pain presses the heart.
It was a search.
Beyond the torch.
It was a start.
Far away in a sort.
It looked ahead.
Away from the tread.
Mind you it is near.
And it is very dear.
It was a fraction.
It was a simple fraction.
It had a solution.
It was an easy solution.
Lo! it evaded a resolution.
Is it because I lost reason?
Vampires existed in folk-lore.
They were depicted in tales of yore.
They created a bloody sore.
They sucked the blood to the core.
Mythology abounds with their horror portraits
Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.
Christianity refers allegorically to their existence in trait.
Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.
Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.
They are found almost in every place over the fence.
Oppression is a sign of drinking blood beyond the lens.
The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.
The potent do play a havoc with rigour.
The cheats out beat them by their trigger.
Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.
Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.
There are innumerable sects of vampires in society.
As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.
Folk-lore did not pass on anything without sobriety.
Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
It is all
knowing breed.
It is all accepting creed.
It is all directing lead.
It is all-purpose feed.
It is all amassing greed.
It is the all growing need
It is all germinating seed.
It is all flourishing deed.
It is all nourishing weed.
If all these supersede.
If all these exceed.
If all these accede.
If all these proceed.
If all these succeed.
There would be a stampede.
There would be a great impede.
Promulgating a fall in speed.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence.
Left in a torrential outpouring.
It was not literally raining.
It was an abstract kindling.
Leaving an uneasy steering.
Unfurling a static feeling.
Creating a sensation inundating.
Fostering a lusterless shimmering.
Oh! it was a situation annihilating.
A destitution was set in a fumbling.
A desperation settled in a quickening.
The forehead strained into a narrowing.
The eyes were profoundly welling.
The nose was quickly twitching.
The mouth was angrily snorting.
The cheeks were fiercely burning.
The scenario was one overturning.
The good lost their sensible thriving.
The bad gained a plausible living.
Initiating a contradictory resolving.
The world revolves in a fleecing.
The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.
The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.
There is nothing else
truly amazing.
There he shoots.
Is it to runaway with a boot?
Or else to enter into a loot?
Much more to unplug the root.
More so to express hatred in a hoot.
Nay it is to kill the devotees in a sudden shoot.
Drastically to kill kids in an unexpected offshoot.
Thus introducing a bloody route.
Indeed the deal is beyond compute.
The aftermath is chronically acute.
Please, call him a wicked brute.
The glittering recent is attractive.
The shine dazzling is a sign positive.
The Godliness seen from ancient is divinity.
The opportunity thrown is infinity.
Progress of the old nation is great.
Economy is growing in spate.
Statesmen gain handsomely in all rounds.
People lose sordidly at all bounds.
The politicians wield governing power.
States go without electrical power.
It is an ancient land of civilization.
Well,it is the Great Indian nation.
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