Meenas PoemsIt is a fancy number
adding up becomes nine.
It is a fancy colour
mixing up turns yellow in time.
it is a fancy show
displaying a variety in the stage.
It is a fancy thought
catching up everyone’s imagination.
It is a fancy thing
exposing a delightful attraction.
It is the fnciest fancy
that keeps one’s fancy in a prime.
Listening to the wind’s manifesto,
holding on to its gusto,
sailing along with its course,
beating its trail with a force,
the ship tossed in the rough seas.
Moving ahead across the rugged road,
struggling on with a smile broad,
enduring every hurdle with patience,
trying to out-beat the competition with a reference,
she treaded the desolate path all alone.
Braving the storm with diligence
shoved past the ship with an animated presence.
Pushing aside the obstacles with a determination
she raced towards the destination.
Hey you ! Will they reach their goal ?
Festival of lights was the day before.
The lights were not seen all the more.
Darkness was the only thing in the fore.
Creating an unwanted furore.
It is a skilful play of governance.
Exploiting the people’s endurance.
Cajoling them with a difference.
Sending them back to primitive reference.
Learning keeps the people on the move.
Living in darkness is a lively experience all true.
Putting up with mosquito bites is a task to prove.
Well that is how we live for years together quiet low.
Blaming the predecessor is part of the game.
Accusing the federal is an excuse lame.
Accepting the deficiency is never a shame.
Setting it right soon would bring fame.
A day and night work out would bear fruit.
A well thought out plan would map the route.
Getting deep into the intrusive shoot,
would ensure a feasibility with a hoot.
He is known for irrelevance,
as he talks full nonsense.
He destroys valid reference,
as he records his own inference.
He manipulates on preference.
as he commands no reverence.
He speaks not with evidence.
as he relates to abnormal incidence.
He is a man with no sense.
He absorbs no substance,
but releases vengeance.
Keep him in abeyance.
As he is a certain nuisance.
Woke up in the morn,
to the tune of a song.
The sun mirthfully shone,
amidst the gleeful throng.
There was a mild sound,
which came along.
That expressed in a lovely tone,
an arrival of a new-born.
Crying in full throat,
the babe made the entry.
Alerting everyone with a short
sharp notes similar to a sentry.
Revitalising the surrounding
with a charming frenzy.
That brought out aloud,
the arrival of the new-born.
The anticipation turned out
to a passionate excitement.
The anxiety converted itself
into a delightful predicament.
There arose a tranquillity
embedded in peace and contentment.
That delivered in all serenity,
the arrival of the new-born.
Tossing in the bed she lies.
Wrinkling her brows she cries.
Twisting her nose she tries.
Biting her lips she controls.
Up she gets out of her bed.
Over her eyes look red.
Above she knocks her forehead.
High she stumbles ahead.
In she walks along the aisle.
Into she stutters over the trail.
Inside she breaks like a frail.
Inward she flutters as a gale.
Out she rushes out of the gate.
Outside she maintains her gait.
She attains the status of a feature.
She achieves a celebrity in structure
She embarks as a classical figure.
Oh! she is nothing more than a poor creature
Rituals keep us tied down.
Religion makes us bow down.
Commitments compel us to flow down.
Fear forces us to lie down.
Distress tracks us almost down.
Struggle combats with thrust down.
Survival is the only thought that blows down.
Take time to laugh.
Laugh at yourself enough.
Laugh at your struggles tough.
Laugh at your experiences rough.
Laugh at your foibles muff.
Laugh at your own voice gruff.
Laugh at your wordy bluff.
Laugh at your smooth sailing surf.
Laugh at your cosy turf
Laugh at everything in a huff.
It is time to laugh and laugh.
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.
Making everything doubly sure.
Revising the researched thesis over.
Revisiting the places over and over.
Recollecting the anecdotes in times over
Deliberating on an issue all over.
Talking about the same topic again and over.
Doing everything all over.
Casts a spell of monotony moreover.
Releases a boredom all so ever.
Shatters execution what so ever.
Delays progress in definite terms all over.
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