Meenas PoemsInto the heaven
let my country awake soon
one of freedom.
Into the heaven
let my country awake soon
one of peace.
Into the heaven
let my county awake soon
one of contentment.
Into the heaven
let my country awake soon
one of care.
Into the heaven
let my country awake soon
one of mercy.
Into the heaven
let my country awake soon
one of unity.
Into the heaven
let my country awake soon
one of grace.
“I do not have time “.quoth he
” I have to squeeze through” he adds
” I have to rush through everything” he fills up
I watch him with an amazement
running through all in a scuttle
no time to stand and admire.
Time flies in a speed for him
it moves moderately for me
he a millionaire all the way.
Never do you feel I am a pauper
I am richer than him by millions
I have time to stand and stare.
Stand and stare I at the rose
their petals unfold in flows
they shine with a glow.
Hear and listen I to the musical charm
the songs open up with a warmth
they resonate with no qualms.
Read and write I with a passion
look with pride at my creation
one day they would be a sensation.
I am worth a million more
count all my credits being four
see, hear, write and enjoy to the core.
Believe not your eyes
they would mislead you.
believe not your ears
they would lead you astray
believe not your intuitions
they would fail you
believe yourself wholly
that would take you to heights
eyes, ears, and intuitions
would strike a blow
do they not belong to you?
I am dumbfounded.
Call it wits
being one of hits
nothing in bits
actually it fits
could say it befits
as he sits
speaks with a grit
his eyebrows knit
walks away with a clean chit
Feel awed to look at the eternity
it 
be vast encompasses an infinity
amazing at times an image of greatness
fearful at times a picture of gruesomeness.
The eternity stares at me with a blink
I wriggle with fright and shrink
apprehensive of its magnificence
impossible to overcome being a deference.
I hide behind the canvas being one of makeshift
it enters through the breach found as rifts
I am caught unaware in the midst of a turbulence
am found in a terrible slot have no influence.
The eternity holds the sway in full grip
no way to escape and move on without a tip
I slip and treble in two’s and three’s
I am shelved and placed in a freeze.
The days together keep me in a precipitation
hasten to hold myself intact with a disposition
being one of a means to appreciate and applaud
the imperious presence of eternity all the more loud.
The fathomless ocean flows silent
the huge mountains remain still
the elaborate sky is sullen
the entire land appears quiet .
The small pond besides flows in ripples
the tiny hillocks never remain noiseless
the tiny stars create a sensational twinkle
the piece of land called cities indulge in a commotion.
Could we not see the distinctions as such?
the massiveness retains a sobriety
preserves a dignity and an effusive stoicism
a realization of being great and grand as much .
Could we not feel the awesomeness as such?
the passive watchfulness of one so high
compared to the noise of the small timers
a meaningless jibber jabber incoherent as such.
The sullenness of the great is prudence
their thoughts being sublime as all
those of which make noise bear no wisdom
being one of an empty vessel in reference.
A sail in the boat
over the river afloat
could never cause a jolt
as the river holds
no turbulence in bold
being of a passive mold
it flows without any rolls
the boat sails pleasant
causes nothing unpleasant
a lively sojourn
could be one of great in a turn
The coral reef are bleached mostly
a phenomenon rare and ungracious
none could be blamed in the superficiality
a slight turn outward could show the raucous .
The barrier reef being so beautiful and amazing
lose the colour due to temperature rise abnormal
the behind the scene of action by man is demeaning
initiates the warming of the globe formally.
Man does more and more to rouse a flare up
a boil and a spill over takes place in an acceleration
the wonders of the world wriggle and wind up
while the beauty is lost for ever in such a demonstration.
Nature stands bereft of its grace and poise
unknowing what to do and how to withstand
given its bounties it has lots of choices
would strike back unmercifully if gotten a chance.
Unfathomable as the ocean
deep and intense in thoughts
she brooks no erosion
she being taught
the value of life in all
she being disciplined as well
not to speak ill nor lies tall
the words she lets out in few
carry a significance great in due
a lady with an ingenuity in focus
dignified she walks in status
the one whom I admire from a distance
being one who commands high reverence
could she be noted as one of distinct reference.
Those around you
look at you
one with a bond
another with a taunt
one with a smile
another with a vile
the looks are not the same
they could blame
else they would stare
with a flare
be they around you
each one have their rue
rely not on them in all
accept not their every call
be yourself as always
never give out even in a trace
the inner self and mind
they would pull you in a bind
this be my advice to you
go ahead without a clue.
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