Meenas PoemsThe 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.
The value of silence
most do not know
as it does not flow
nor it has a glow
it remains silent
almost dormant
it never ferments
nor does it inclement.
Silence has a validity
the no noise is a force
seeps down the pores
sits right in front of the nose
goes through the full course
unassuming it is in a froze
never gets into blows
but keeps the opponent in toes.
The nonchalant silence as I feel
peeps into every eye in a steal
sets the beholder to reel
unable to stand the looks in deal
the target falls a prey in a kneel
runs head over heels
succumbs in a conceal
be it a sign of steel.
Meenas Poems 