Meenas PoemsAn error in the balance
a missing dime in the cash
causes a tremor in relevance
leads to a tussle in a rash
wonder, what for this anger?
for a dime, for a dime
I smile wryly and murmur
true the dime becomes a billion
it is all in the perception
It is a sale of land
that holds a brand
if one sells it is for gain
if another does it is of a strain
the former cries with pride
while the latter sits beside
the seller has his own needs
be he rich to settle a loan indeed
be he poor to square off a want
none has to daunt or flaunt
the practicality is so simple
let it not cause any ripple
the former has to mind his tongue
otherwise, he would be flung
thrown into the dust like a fly
be the destination of that guy
would bite the ground with shame
a penalty for his excuses lame
could visualize the scene in its reality
would happen not after long but 
immediately.
Meenas Poems 