Meenas Poems
One comes after another
if all comes together
it would be rather
a stuck up in the corner
happens sometimes not ever
besieged by issues altogether
unexpected and sudden rather
before resolving the first one for sure
comes the other in a speed in a refer
involving into the new one a little slower
barges in the third one seeking shelter
tackled carefully one after another
know not how I came out without a shiver
still the hurt lingers within whatsoever.
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The place opposite to my house
once had monkeys in the most
the space now is a repair shop
thought no monkeys would hop
I am proved wrong now
as I see them dancing in a flow
they used to hop and stop on trees
now they do so on bars very free
the trees had been felled
atrociously
the monkeys cast their spell mischievously
that be the ruin of Nature by man
he does much harm as much as he can
The best disguise
is one of stealthy guise
with so many tries
I ended up as a fly.
Why did I choose a fly?
I wanted to lie
wished to be sly
so choose a fly.
A fly is here
it would be there
could be anywhere
as well as everywhere.
It is easy to be like that
I thought so in fact
how hard it turns in stat
is an experience in flat.
I became a fly for a moment
sat in a place as if in a torment
flies do not sit in a place permanent
unfortunately, I sat there adamant.
Knowing, not my disguise for a second
a child walked over me in a trend
ouch, I cried in pain with a bend
I got hurt beyond a mend.
That is the end of my disguise so soon
for not a child I would have been doomed
conceal does not come easily to me as I thought
came to know later it could be bought.
I am sensitive
very sensitive
to those around
to words across
to experience all through
quick as a wink
I go into the shell
never wish to come out
slowly as the hurt heals
I make my entry slowly
never turn across
those who bruised me
not a talk all through
of those who hurt me
Oh! that is me all the way
who has lost many a fortune
by this schedule of sensitivity.
Meenas Poems 