Meenas Poems
Crisis is seen all over.
Economy has tossed over
Culture has been swept over.
Ethics is not to be found all over.
Unruliness exists all over.
Illegality is rampant all over.
Violence spreads all over.
Filthy rich abound all over.
Powerful rule ruthlessly all over.
Righteous suffer miserably all over.
Yet the world revolves over .
As the crisis boils over.
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.
The word is of great interest.
It is a delight when men show interest.
It is appealing when men have limited interest.
It is painful when men charge abnormal interest.
Interest in things grows as such.
The feeling leads to a buy out as much.
It dispels the fear of the crunch.
Initiating a purchase in bunch.
Interest on money accumulates so quick.
The lender plays a likely trick.
It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.
Forcing the borrower to lick.
Interest plays the roles both.
It builds wealth in troth.
It eats up the fortune like a moth.
Condemning the borrower to froth.
The rain was pouring intermittently.
It was without force inevitably.
It ranged with a lag deliberately.
The roads looked clumsy totally.
People stayed back compulsorily.
The resultant was discomfort absolutely.
It was a fraction.
It was a simple fraction.
It had a solution.
It was an easy solution.
Lo! it evaded a resolution.
Is it because I lost reason?
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence.
The ship was tossing over the ocean.
The wind was blowing in a fierce notion.
The waves were raging in a jostling motion.
There was panic and commotion.
It resembled
life in action.
Science is difficult to master.
None can become a master.
It exudes even the master.
It inducts a diligence in the master.
It shuns a lethargy of the master.
It brings about a spark to a master.
It flips up the image of a master.
It alleviates the status of a master.
It attributes to the skill a master.
It compiles all inventions to master.
It dissects all experiments to master.
It is a theory hard to master.
It steers an adaptability easy to master.
Scientific discovery adds a glow to the master.
Scientific abuse bring ignominy to the master.
It dubs and acknowledges the great master.
It stubs and condemns
the fake master.
Mastery of science is unlikely to master.
The glittering recent is attractive.
The shine dazzling is a sign positive.
The Godliness seen from ancient is divinity.
The opportunity thrown is infinity.
Progress of the old nation is great.
Economy is growing in spate.
Statesmen gain handsomely in all rounds.
People lose sordidly at all bounds.
The politicians wield governing power.
States go without electrical power.
It is an ancient land of civilization.
Well,it is the Great Indian nation.
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