Meenas PoemsGetting into the woods on a lively day,
brought unfelt experience of gay.
There was penetration of sun’s rays,
through the dense trees in a trace.
directing to a tiny bay.
There was a march of elephants in a fray,
calling each other in a bray.
The water fell down the hills in a sway,
flowing quick without delay.
The birds twittered in a joyful jay,
chirping with a spirited say.
There arose a desire to stay,
in the splendid woods all the day.
A bout of anger empowered her
It nearly paralysed her.
The nerves rolled up violently.
Delirium seized her vigorously.
Damn it! she shouted as loud as she could.
She swears and curses as much as she could.
She stutters and mumbles as long as I could.
She staggers out as slow as she could.
She sees a circle of fire around her.
It is burning high encircling her.
It is not the real fire that holds her.
It is the heaving and sighing that kills her.
Yet, she is not reigning aplomb and high
She is struggling to make ends meet with a try.
She lives away from gossip and schemes almost shy.
Her manifestations and gestures perch her above sky.
Is it wrong to live with pride? she quoth.
Is it a sin to detach from the crowd? she loathes.
Is it treason to survive within means? she froths.
Nay not, my child, live as righteously as you could, I console.
The world finds happiness in jeering the noble.
It mocks at the efforts of the able.
How are we going to label?
The provocations make us unstable.
It is called as a obstinacy,
It is termed as pride,
It is referred as exclusiveness,
It is summed up as withdrawal.
Whatever it may be observed,
A certain resolution is apparent,
A slight diffidence is felt,
A kind of aloofness is experienced.
Well, that looks interesting,
It is akin to a determined disposition,
It is similar to a non interventional distinction,
It is more or less a revered definition.
Likening it to a shining star is appropriate,
Alluding it to an embellishment is obvious,
Accepting it as a chaste demeanour is prudence,
Affliating it to a diplomatic policy is wisdom.
Calling it as adamancy is an intrigue,
Assailing it as high headedness is a fallacy,
Deriding it as a behavioural enigma is callous,
Concluding it as a deviant measure is a disaster.
The attitude varies from person to person,
A sanguine perception is regarded high,
A non intrusive temperament is found rare,
A sagacious discretion demands applause.
The Confluence in Malaysia diverges in incoherence,
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