Meenas Poems
Man excels in vile and vices,
His moves enunciate sizzling guises
His talks elaborate biting dices,
His motives deliver evil exercises
His remarks inflict bloody bruises,
His behaviour reflects strangling devices,
Breaking the most innocent to pieces,
Shattering the most gentle to glitches,
Forcibly dumping the most beautiful into horrible ditches.
Whispers are noisy too,
When everything is still,
The rustling leaves do whisper,
As the wind blows in a gentle fill,
The flowing streams do whisper,
As the water gushes in thrill,
The peeping Sun does whisper,
As the day dawns in shrill,
The bowing trees do whisper,
As the breeze blows in frill,
The dangling flowers do whisper,
As they dance to the melody in drill,
The little child does whisper,
As it hears the lullaby to a will,
Whispers do keep us bound,
As they go through all rounds.
Men lose their equanimity .
As they rise high up
Status takes them to a prosperity,
Apparently to a new set up.
Alcohol intake leaves man dizzy,
As his mind roams
Making him fly around in a frenzy,
Hastening him to his tomb.
Wealth accrual converts his quality.
As he wallows in luxury,
Detaching him from humanity,
Driving him to a desolate fury.
Power puts man in a pedestal,
As he lives in success absolute
Positioning him to an elevated pinnacle,
Far away from the multitude.
Alcohol is a personal fault,
While wealth connotes a mild toxin
Power assumes a malignant default,
Intoxicating the mind to a nonchalant fix in.
The lust for power overtakes in a ten,
As the taste of power is mouth-watering ,
Proposing an intention to acquire often,
The supremacy as a best offering.
Meenas Poems 