Meenas PoemsThe reach is too high
perched upon the sky
yet attempt, a try
not with a shy
could see the looks sly
cast around with a pry
ignore says the mind
hesitates the heart in a bind
the mind overcomes with a find
treachery halts one to a grind
shun it and go ahead in the stride.
It is a shot
not from the gun
did you imagine so?
nay not, my dear.
It is venom
not from the python
did you imagine so?
nay not, my dear.
It is a terrible bite
not by the dog
did you imagine so?
nay not, my dear.
It is an evil look
almost from the blood-related
did not you imagine so?
why not, my dear?
Looks hurt much
more than the guns
much more than venom
up and above the dog bite.
The scar the eyes inflict
goes deep beyond layers
tears and rips apart, my dear
sucks the life out beyond imagination
Saw a man without a shirt.
sitting on a bench dirt.
talking to certain flirts.
expressing with a blurt.
Bare bodied he stands
above his frivolous band
thinking of his acts grand
as if he is creating a beautiful brand.
Shirtless he spends his day
Engaging himself in a way,
Emanating noises similar to a bray.
Holding his group in a sway.
He feels shirts are not for him
as he is a simple to the brim.
They take the light out of him
making him look dim.
He beams with pride
as he has nothing to hide.
He cannot take sides
as none want to sit besides.
He is no body builder
but a cheap bidder
He is not a pleader
as he is not a reader.
Read or write he knows not.
Behaviour or decorum he knows not.
Modesty or magnanimity he knows not.
How to be, with shirt or without, we know not?
He smiles silly.
Looks empty-headed really.
Makes gestures funny.
Has a voice grumpy.
He is short.
Appears like a snort.
Tempers are at times hot.
He stands out from the lot.
He by himself is a comedy.
Respected not by anybody.
Tries to attract everybody.
Lo! he fails miserably.
It is a green valley.
Green grass shines all the way.
Green leaves glitter round the bay.
Green hedges have a lovely say.
Green signifies prosperity.
Greens deliver immunity.
Green indicates get ready.
Green triggers growth steady.
It is the lush green that brings cheer.
It s the lively green that drops dear.
It is the bottle green that attracts all near.
It is the leaf green that expresses nothing to fear.
So much so green greets all .
Green carries an enthusiastic call.
Green sets the tune of a crawl.
Green gives an impetus without a brawl..
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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
It is a tradition on the move.
sticking to the values in a grove,
shunning the deviation in a blue,
passing on with a conservative flew,
implementing a decorum true,
gliding she crosses the avenue like a dew.
Her move is an enthusiasm lively.
With a charisma she proceeds gaily,
with a stamina she presides sternly.
with a discipline she conducts firmly,
with an energy she works untiringly,
taking her to the step of victory.
Tradition is not only in her attire specially.
It is found in her speech almost admiringly.
It is seen in her manners all the most specifically.
It is explicit in her character very distinctly.
It is visible in her demeanour most explicitly.
Tradition makes her look tallerexplicitly, than everyone else totally.
The birds twitter.
Their notes are not bitter.
The tune is a flatter.
The monkeys chatter.
Their talk does not matter.
The noise is an annoying banter.
Men act as if in a theatre.
Their behaviour is a conspiring falter.
It was dark and serene.
Clouds moved across,.
lightning struck ahead,
thunder blasted over,
rains lashed with force,
the scene was sombre,
the light effect was dazzling,
the sound was deafening,
creating an orchestra,
neither of mirth,
nor of melancholy,
but of reality,
and of credibility.
Meenas Poems 