Meenas Poems
The mango tree is fluttering cheerfully in the garden.
The guava tree stands solemnly grim with a heavy burden.
A whiff of air blows all of a sudden.
The treesdangle vigorously with fruits heavily laden.
The fall of little mangoes makes the heart sadden.
The ripe yellow guavas come down in dozens.
The mango and guava are a subtle reference
to the world’s impermanence.
It is only two days more.
The world would be no more.
So goes the talk all the more.
Sending signals of warning more and more.
Creating a terrible fear to the core.
Nothing is to be expected for sure.
Nothing would happen for sure.
So say all with a belief sure.
Dispelling the gravity with an assure.
Assuaging the feelings with a grace ever.
Which almanac says so?
It is the Mayan calendar that tells so.
Would that be so?
Ask everyone with a sigh in a flow.
It is a definite no say the scientists with a glow.
As duties get over,
so responsibilities fall over.
so events fall over.
We walk over,
with a fulfillment all over.
As freedom sets in,
peace enters in.
As it is an achievement all the way,
pride finds its way.
We go ahead
with a tranquillity instead.
The rotation completes in a swing,
leaving a lively brim.
The cycle closes with a high note,
listing an admirable dote.
We end up almost
with an enlightenment at the most.
Pointing a finger at others is easy.
Blaming others for failures is very easy.
Shifting the responsibility is damn easy.
Accepting the mistake is never too easy.
Not everyone admits so earnestly.
Not everyone appreciates so swiftly.
Not everyone behaves so finely.
As everyone feels high incredibly.
Failure is found almost everywhere.
Mistakes are common everywhere.
Realisation is seen somewhere.
Retribution is not visible anywhere.
Thus life moves on with an uncertainty.
It has to move though diffidently.
Whatever is destined to happen will happen definitely.
So we have to settle the scores rather dolefully.
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.
A child over there,
sits in a corner,
with nothing to share,
looks like a loner,
none to care,
expresses a sordid groan,
nervous like a hare,
crys like a mourner,
confined to a bare,
thinking aloud no sooner,
falls down in scare,
collapsing every other in a flare,
well, that is the end of the fair.
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.
Lie leads to a tie.
A tie directs to a buy.
The buy insists a try.
A try promotes a shy.
The shy creates a cry.
A cry pushes to a fly.
The fly brings out a sigh.
A sigh predicts a die.
The die ends up dry.
The move was gradual.
Things were at level.
It was time to revel.
There was a tumultuous arrival.
Much fanfare was seen in the appraisal.
It was a grand revival.
The introduction was an approval.
The course was absolutely referral.
It was nothing but crucial.
The enactment was graceful
The theme was paradoxical.
It was subtly satirical.
The trend was medieval.
Imitating the Chaucerian parable.
It was exorbitantly rhetorical.
Everything was in measured ritual
Nothing rushed to a heady trouble..
It was a tempered bubble.
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