Meenas PoemsOutlaws outlive
outlaws are outlandish
outlaws outsource
outlaws are out of office
outlaws outcry
outlaws think out of box
outlaws outsmart
outlaws are out of control
outlaws strike out
outlaws are outrageous
a thought throughout
outlaws send all out.
The crackers explode
the blast is so sonorous
hearing is lost.
Unmindful they fire
indulge in an ever ending spree
it is glee.
Enjoy they almost
ignorant of the discomfort along
the crackers explode.
Funds are absolute
be it in any business
big or small.
The place I seek
could be meek
I prefer it that way
as it suits me in a way
small is beautiful
simple is always wonderful
meek in a sense is quiet and submissive
the place I like is fine and conducive
would like to settle in tranquility
where peace reigns in superlative.
It is wind-up
could be a total pack up
could be for the good
as the entire brood
apprehensive of violence
move out of the disturbance
walk they for stretches
sail they in the barges
braving all odds
battle with the fraud
reach the shore
the border force roar
send them back to the sea
stranded they put forth a plea
days together they stay there
the conditions being bare
no food, no water, no shelter
yet they wait for the care
their plight so pathetic
expecting a move strategic
would they find a roof?
a question with a limitation.
The elaboration and the elongation
the description and the depiction
the speculation and the specifications
have to end up in a regulation
a prolong and a procrastination
would defy a progression
would deny a promotion
would lead to a collapse
perhaps would relapse
a difficulty would surface
though in phases
a crisis in a maze
would pitch you in a daze
The comparisons all the way
an equation in the sway
the left-hand side is equal
to the right-hand side a sequel
in algebra all the more
turns in real life a bore
a mother does this unknowingly
one child with another seemingly
a teacher does this with a show
one student with another in the row
these be the starting of animosity
a sharp blow on the virtuosity
anger surges in slow degree
hatred cumulates with a fury
leads to vengeance and attack
end up in bloodshed in a stack
the root cause for all evil in real 
Banana is yellow
liked by every other fellow
delicious to follow.
A frock I like
a smocked one I admire
the intricacies that go with it
the stitches create a fascination
the minute ones need attention
not ordinary but concentrated
the small buds over there
look like stars with a twinkle
all done by hand with great skill
bless the hands that do these
I marvel at the work for long
each one looks so delicate
each one has a lovely felicitate
a handcraft not found in plenty
could turn a dying art if not cared
the skilled craftswomen be identified
a patronage has to be extended
if the craft has to prosper.
I am distracted
never in a concentration intense
like a 
monkey.
Like a monkey
never in a place firm
always in movement
Always in movement
aping, teasing, tricking and jabbering
an uncontrollable sign.
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