Meenas PoemsSlowly I discover
what is under the cover
Slowly I unravel
what is in the travel?
Slowly I unfurl
what is behind a curl?
Slowly I undertake
what is on the take?
Slowly I deliver
what is beneath the lever?
Slowly I square up
what is between the steps?
Slowly I go
along with the flow.
slowly I would pass
totally into an impasse.
The significance of the day
takes me away
every day has an importance
with many attributes intense
One day they say is ashtami
not for actions in glee
another is navami
not bad in the see
so many mi’s come
sapthami, thasami a welcome
the full moon day is auspicious
so is the new moon day in spacious
so go the days through the month
give us an information in strength.
It is the eclipse the day before
seen beautifully in the night
lunar eclipse did show up
pujas and homams took place
my land has beliefs
for each phenomenon of nature
Especially for the eclipses
pariharams for different stars
archanas for the stars
with flowers and coconuts
and new vastras donated
the day after the eclipse
people throng the temples
do the required penance
well, my land abounds with such faith
say the astrologers it is based on science
I know not for real
as I believe in Good
not on the rituals so elaborate.
Because I said so
is the common version
I had warned you before
you did not listen to the reason
this way the interpretation goes
could be an interruption in a close
tilt the balance so quick
it would seem to be a great pick
a rightful thought could also be
yet go within a glee
do not say you said so
it would raise issues in toe
firm in your words as such
creates a sensibility very much
that is how one has to deal
instead because I said so is not a heal
it is but repetitive words in a chorus.
The eyes glow
the nose blows
the eyes shed tears
that be in the form of water
the nose leaks
that be in the mode of water
the eyes flutter in a speed
the nose sneezes with a velocity
both keep on their schedule
the eyes catch a glimpse
the nose smells an aroma
the eyes have sights long and short
the nose gets loaded with cold
there be a motion altogether
the sensory organs nose and eyes together
boss over the rest with an authority
the tongue, ears and skin follow meekly behind
while the brain watches the five with glee
as all look up to its instructions with a plea.
Tailored to the need
clipped to the feed
stretched to the seed
ready made in all blends
a welcome trend
should see a glorious send
yet it did not take off
as there was a break-off
made each one to scoff
envisaged a smooth embark
but it slipped from the track
got
stranded in the midst
unable to beat the thirst.
An expectation thereon
could become a reality
if the trend goes on
it would result in prosperity.
The wait is a kill
needs a tolerance
if one cannot be still
there would be a difference.
An endurance with patience
would bring glory
Well, then the sustenance
would never be sorry.
A stoicism would help
the resolute would succeed
so it should be a step
first and final indeed.
Not made a penny
why not? you may ask
How to? I do not know
as I am not a writer of merit
I had not got any credit
write for what? you may ask
I would say it is a passion.
Passion will not help, you say
really it helps me
How? you may ask.
Yes, I say with a feel
I pour out my emotions
will it lend a sustenance?
you barrage me with queries
I repeat “I have not made a penny.”
you walk away with anger
believe me or not, I cry
I have not made a penny.
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The chickens so tiny and small
go behind their mom
a retinue on the move
so wonderful to look at
the counts one, two and three
reach in no time the two digit
a scope for human perception
who curtail giving births
scary of the natal care
afraid of the educational expense
dress, food, comforts pertaining to the children
the restriction has its own merit
as the inflation runs riot
the good fat hen walks past with p
ride
while her brood trots along with a please
she knows not of any hardships ever so
it is a pleasure to have a large family
well that is all for her at the moment
with that she roams with immense happiness
The best disguise
is one of stealthy guise
with so many tries
I ended up as a fly.
Why did I choose a fly?
I wanted to lie
wished to be sly
so choose a fly.
A fly is here
it would be there
could be anywhere
as well as everywhere.
It is easy to be like that
I thought so in fact
how hard it turns in stat
is an experience in flat.
I became a fly for a moment
sat in a place as if in a torment
flies do not sit in a place permanent
unfortunately, I sat there adamant.
Knowing, not my disguise for a second
a child walked over me in a trend
ouch, I cried in pain with a bend
I got hurt beyond a mend.
That is the end of my disguise so soon
for not a child I would have been doomed
conceal does not come easily to me as I thought
came to know later it could be bought.
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