Meenas Poems
The word “more” makes you ponder.
More of anything is sacramental rather.
Desiring more is greed so ever.
Eating more is gluttony ever.
Drinking more is a vice forever.
Talking more is an insensible prattle moreover.
Working hard is an oppression in terms ever.
Fuming with anger is a crime whatsoever.
Passively patient is a negative virtue forever.
“More” jacks up greed with fervour.
“More” packs up values in a savour.
“More ” has more inferences than the eyes could rover.
Totally it is a claim of all things
A claim comprising everything.
Stocks and shares take the wing.
Land and property give a ring.
Gold and silver oscillate in a swing.
The claimant poses to be a King.
He wants for himself everything.
He amasses all with greed in the touching.
The others are left with a desolate reaching.
He enjoys the wealth with a great tweeting.
He leaves the rest in a dilemma wriggling.
This is found in corporate and in all dwellings.
Avarice gains predominance in all surroundings.
It dumps the world in a profound sinking.
Long back Kings invaded and killed many.
A little long ago nations invaded and killed thousands.
Day before Tarantulas invaded Assam town and killed two.
Royalty killed out of enmity.
Nations killed because of greed.
Why do spiders kill?
Going back is never too easy.
Back tracking is ever too easy.
Keeping up the promise is never too easy.
Eating up the words is ever too easy.
Hearing slander is never too easy.
Listening to praise is ever too easy.
The world moves on round and round.
The interruption of movement is never found.
People’s talk reverberates with full sound.
Their activity advances never with a bound.
The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.
No other means seeks a serious wound.
Living in the middle of conceit and greed
Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.
Well, money has always been the prime need.
It is a requirement to arrange a feed.
What then is the crux of the deed?
It is something that directs to a bleed.
This transaction has been going on for years.
It has been carried out without any fear.
Nestling behind the scene in the rear.
We trace a slight jerk which is out of gear.
The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.
As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.
Williams has a smiling face.
He feigns an angelic grace.
His imperious steps make all to gaze.
His impetuosity is a fiery blaze.
He moves along with a created ease.
Everyone follow him with a difficult freeze.
He hides artfully his cheeky cheese.
He carries himself with 
a superiority breeze.
Williams’ pretensions are cleverly concealed.
His manipulations involve a scheming deal.
He extends a deceitful care giving heal.
None the less he skilfully deploys a splitting peel.
Williams tactfully alters his skills.
He relentlessly shuffles the bills.
He discreetly swindles the monetary frills.
He silently piles up his precious fills.
Williams is not the only one doing so.
He is a stand out example hitherto.
Many more engage in a quiet tiptoe.
They mop up everything with a gusto.
Beware of Williams’ tribe all the more.
Stand away from them evermore.
Run away from them more so.
Shun them if you can it is better so.
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.
Meenas Poems 