Meenas PoemsIt is an award
the best reward
I keep it in record
it is to my accord
I thank the Poets
who extended it in quiet?
I am too small a fragment
tiny pebble in the basement
write what I know
mostly in a flow
and especially this award coveted
tells me how my poems are interpreted
a big thanks to all of you
The restlessness is there for long
why does it nag so long?
Know not how long?
visualise it to be very long
guess it would prolong
may be to a furlong
would take me along
with not too pleasant 
song
it is nothing wrong
as the clock chimes ding dong
it is a reminder of the gong
a bell that holds you like a tong
as you negotiate through the throng
does it sound silly, my song?
The dance I see
keeps me at sea
it is a diffidence
a complete deviance
where traditions
have no introductions
rhythm breaks with hiccups
expression not in up
it is a dance yet
I go for a bet
it is a jump
exactly a bump
a spring above
a fall down
that is a dance
most modern by chance
makes me fall into a trance.
not in the right sense
as it seems to miss the cadence 
The storm strikes
with the most irregular beat
a harsh treat.
That being 
a strange land
where there are many bands
with people of varied culture
having distinctive features
speak not one but seven hundred tongue
they be the languages in a flung
customs almost same in respects
perceptions differ in aspects
unity is seldom found
the island reverberates with the sound
a fight here and quarrel there
marks with an evil stare
dislodge the one from his post
push him to the end of the coast
has been the way of the islanders
as such no progress is seen in a stretch
a reprimand and discipline could wrench
the people from their quench
being a thirst of greed and deceit.
The fallacy around
keeps us in-bound
bear it with a frown.
The society dictates
it also initiates
try not to deviate.
The community fetters
it might also shatter
hope it is not a threat.
The relationship quips
it would also peep
let not it limp.
The world laughs with a tease
likely to guffaw with an ease
certainly not a 
please.
That way the man has to live
with a strange believe
Is it for a relieve?
My attempts get misconstrued
done with a whole heart
they go with a smile without intrude
as they fly with a positive start
they describe a long face and displeasure
if they meet with a rejection and a dislike.
Causes entertain fissures unseen
a break or a snap would possibly strike
acceptance with equanimity is never seen
instead, accusations rise to the top
I blink and look around for support
knowing never will I be backed up
it is not once or twice I go through this report
many a time I have experienced this back out
yet I extend my service to all throughout.
it is been long ago
at a time when I was little
when people did not talk about ego
strong they were not brittle
Self-contained they were
ambitious to a degree normal
took very great care
remained friendly and formal
could find no vanity
not even a slight trace
held them in a way dainty
gossiped they with no chase
spoke not ill of others
genial and cordial to all
moved like own brothers
responded to each other’s call
they were angels in human form
always gentle and calm 
I sit with no thoughts
this happens by all sorts
a vacuum in the mind
nothing in a kind 
I search all the way
nothing strikes me today
I see around me
nothing to hold me in glee
I espy with an emptiness
unable to detect any sense
I sit there for long
away from the throng
with eyes wide open
focused, not on any token
that way I go into myself
hop and jump like an elf
not in the real front
but in my mental affront.
The craving as it is
anything sugary in a wish
one of taste mostly
and of words certainly
call me at times needed
the pastries sugar coated
delights one and all in total
lip-smacking they are
most savoury they are
gives a quaint feel in all
as the lips touch each other
the longing concludes as ever
with a joy and favour .
The accounts of words pleasant
emanate a sense credibly decent
as they flow with an ease
not indicative of a tease
coax and cajole with a touch
release a relax as such
kindles the spirit with grace
inspires the mind with a blaze
the value of sugar is immense
the white granules make one tense
say many with a proof of pressure variance
anything taken in a measure lends radiance
that go with the sugar too in all sequence.
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