Meenas PoemsWalked out of a crowded train,
Into a still more populated strain,
Edging through the sea of humanity,
Negotiating along the busy insanity,
Made way to the less treaded path ,
Which meandered into a narrow lane,
That led to a sprawling land space,
Much away from the dense base,
Where huge trees bow with grace,
Where lovely hedges greet with love,
Where pretty flowers dance with joy,
While there triggers a sense of peace,
Rejuvenated by a whiff of fresh air.
Rolling back the days,
Back into the old class
Rejoicing the mischievous plays
Gives a ceremonious flash.
Down I go to the class room
Visualising the kids enter
With a curious gloom,
Waiting for a quick exit.
Sauntering into the playground,
I see a merry-go-round,
Which held us altogether
In an intimate tether.
Standing on the portals,
Glancing through the totals,
Renders a feeling pleasant,
Registers a thought decent.
My heart goes to you,
Since my thoughts are from you
I am bound to you my dear,
For what I am in the near.
My home is a structure concrete,
Full of vibrations discreet,
Bubbling with lively sprite,
Lying in an exclusive bright.
It looks like a dumb building
But holds within it dainty feeling,
Each door gives out a clue,
Each window opens out to the blue.
It appears as a sullen house,
But has a majestic pose,
As each brick sings a refrain,
While each stone chants a bargain.
It seems a little old,
But emanates a spirit bold,
As each plant waves merrily,
While each tree dances happily.
Quietness is its essence,
Grand is its magnificence,
Inimitable is its form,
Enchanting is its charm.
My home ,sweet home,
I cherish you all the same,
I wish all the more.
To be with you further more.
Live like a king,
With all in a ring,
Dwell in a house,
With comforts in force,
Ride in a car,
With luxury afar,
Eat like a poor,
With limited sour,
Enjoy like a kid,
With most you can bid.
Die like a noble man,
With a great brand.
It was a fantastic clipping,
Which led me to a flipping
As the writing was exquisitely elegant,
Making the presentation illuminatively brilliant,
Forcing me to read it again.
Then I detected a strain,
That seemed so familiar
Whose writing appeared very similar,
To that of mine,
It was an inherent line,
That spoke of many inbuilt intricacies,
Who is the author?
I ponder.,
What an amazing technique?
I critique.
The flow of language is full-throated,
The selection of words is highly quoted,
The ease of penning is enjoyably rooted,
The substantial input is meticulously ornated
The author is none other than,
My little man,
Whose passion was reading
Whose profession is writing,
I recollect his childhood days
When he indulged in plays
But mostly used to sleep
With books interred deep,
Focusing his eyes on the page,
Posing like a sage,
Devouring the language and meaning
With facilitated screening,
Forgetful of drink and food,
Unaware of the affairs of the brood,
I take an about turn
By making a track back to 23 / August
The day of his biological entry,
I felt I nurtured a different carry,
Not too heavy literally,
But held a weight literary ,
I proudly delivered ,
A Majesty beautifully liveried.
Now, I armoured in spontaneity,
Hover over eternity,
To unfold an abundance ,
Of wisdom and wealth in redundance,
As water pledges to hold us apart,
Creating a tough depart,
My blessings slide over in the air,
To greet you on your lovely fair
I accept you as an embodiment of all goodness,
I admire you as an exuberance of all greatness.
I envisage in you,
Mother nature, the distinction that behest,
Be it patience,
Where you show an extraordinary passivism
Be it tolerance,
Where you propose an enormous aphorism,
Be it understanding,
Where you muster an enigmatic realism.
Be it creativity,
Where you throw an emphatic motivism,
Be it discipline,
Where you promote an energetic activism,
Be it servitude,
Where you serve with utmost nativism,
Be it reconciliation,
Where you express an untoward impressionism.
Overwhelm us with accurate naturalism
But we ma.
Display an unmindful negligence,
Dispose an unnerving forbiddance,
Detract an apprehensive reference,
Demolish an associative concurrence,
Destroy an inimitable confluence,
Devastate an informative recurrence,
Distributing an unethical disturbance.
Casting an illegitimate arrogance .
Realising the combusting applications on you,
Recognising the provocative distillations on you,
I with folded hands and tearful eyes,
Apologise for the complications ,
We have committed on you,
Sorry Ma!!
Walking across a field,
Over a sumptuous yield,
Caught a glimpse trance,
Of that of a peacock dance.
Each step is a measured form,
Each move is a lovely charm,
Each stroke is a graceful fray,
Each gait is an attractive play.
The soft feathers beautifully spread,
In cadence to the rhythmic tread,
The blue dainty neck pouts
To the delicate shouts.
The twinkling eyes express pride,
The soft feathers pose a hide,
The swift trot lets out a vibrance,
The quick hop extols a vagrance.
There ,in the dance, occurs an enlightenment,
There ,in the prance ,emphasises an excitement,
There ,in the ballet, underlies an exhilaration,
There ,in the fine art , envisages a sublimation.
This wonderful procedure,
Is a possible out growth of nature,
Resolutely found in all creature,
Formidably a dominant feature,
Which holds every one’s rapture,
Which begets an impressive signature,
Which evolves a beautiful scripture,
Thus projecting an excellent teacher.
The heart seizes for a moment,
As it sees a devastation,
The heart ceases its movement,
As it hears a misrepresentation,
The heart palpitates for a time
As it experiences a rude turbulence
The heart stumbles for a chime
As it treads over a fraudulence.
The heart governed by tempers,
Invokes a fatal infraction
Halt extravagant tempers,
As it triggers cranky tensions
It is serene and sober,
Quiet and proper,
Graduates so sombre,
Spectators all eager,
To witness the graduation.
The chancellor leads
The Vice chancellor treads,
The Professors follow.
The retinue gets on stage.
To conduct the schedule.
Long speeches in a row,,
Crushingly slow,
Applauses all around ,
As the chancellor rises ,
To confer the prizes.
The scholars line up,
Awaiting the sign up,
As the names are called
They climb up ,
To receive the gold.
Watching with great awe,
Likening it to what we saw,
As it is a kindergarten graduation,
Organised with concentration,
A terrific grand show
The coveted honour ,
Goes to Nanda,
Who with a pointy hood ,
And in a five piece suit,
Walks up
To receive the honour.
A lovely convocation,
So original and typical,
So beautiful and radical,
To see the tiny tots .,
Graduate from Kindergarten
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