Meenas Poems
Scaling down is an issue
be it in wealth or weight
a decrease in wealth
provokes a jeer and a tear.
a diminish in weight
calls for a cheer at times
notifies a fear most times
both happen unexpectedly
both occur now and then
both are not in our hands
but prudence helps to maintain
a healthy balance of both
be careful and work towards an equanimity.
A vendor old
walks around bold
sells bananas different
being ras thali
, poovan,
malaipalam and sevvalai
shouts at the top of his voice
manages to walk with an unknown joy
the load on his head loathsome
has a few customers on wholesome
sells the fruits for a meagre gain
makes his living without much pain
wishes not to trouble his children at all
he would pass unnoticed in all
none would highlight his plight
nor bring to notice his sincerity
or talk about his intention to work
cause he is a poor man at work
Woke up in the morning
was up in the bed for a moment
slid back on the bed
dozed off for the rest of the morning
got up again in the early afternoon
stayed in the bed for a second
slid back on the bed
slept off the whole afternoon
evening came in a few hours
the sun was settling down
woke up again for the third time
sat up in the bed for a moment
slid back once more on the bed
was fast asleep the rest of the evening
hurriedly jumped out of the bed
ran to have a quick shower
dressed up and ran to the door
jogged down the aisle
drove the car in full speed
entered my office in a wink
I am working night this week.
My cousin is dead and gone
a soft spoken lady in tone
very fragile and small
encountered miseries in all
lost her wealth unexpectedly
her husband being a playboy
brought up her four children with care
the daughters turned well bred and fair
her sons lost their way in their teens
became wayward and fraud as seen
she could not bring them back to form
tried her best to restore form
could not at any level do so
that was her worry all the more so
the sons were the source of worry forever
died with that feel this day last year.
She had a thought
of giving away all she has got
She wanted to share a lot
of what she has bought
while she had all these in mind
she tracked a new find
a bundle under the tree
a cry emanated in the spree
she lifted the bundle
found a girl in the bundle
half dead and sinking
thought it was God send
as she has found a child
an angel to look after
happily she lived ever after.
A snare it is
stealthily laid to entrap
an ambush could it be
discreetly set to pull in
a plot might be
heinously hatched to silence
a witchcraft would it be
wagging the wand to destroy
well, the mind thinks of multitudes
fear be the reason behind
so long had been defiant
recently succumbs to the external
requires a condonation
insists on an attention
a turn away from these manipulations
would benefit to a progress.
It being an indifference
a cold and uncaring diligence
it settles on with no reference
analysing it, derive no inference
could be an intolerance
might be an irreverence
whatever it could be in a preference
better walk away in a deviance
a practical way to ignore the incidents.
Peace on earth
is in an absolute dearth
the wars in a stretch.
I made a garland
it looked grand
I stringed together
the flowers together
two in the upward
two downward
put the twine around
tied a knot
they were held in place
the way I went on
the garland took shape
mixed the flowers
yellow, green and red
had some white and rose in between
the garland turned wonderful
a simple offering to God
being my way of worship.
Deceived by all
she stands there very tall
she did not fall.
Would have fallen
as expected by all
but she grew tall.
She grew tall
because of her resolute call
surprising for all.
she did not fall.
Her resolute call
flaunted others expectations in all
she grew
Meenas Poems 