stars – Meenas Poems

The Moon ,The Stars And The Sky.

I stare at the moon

I gaze at the stars

I look at the sky

the one so pure and white

the other so small and bright

another so calm and wide

all the three hold me for long

as I sart to sing a song

from nowhere I hear the ding -dong

I am back into the real world

I could hear the chatter of words

could resemble a fight with sword

as you know words are incisive

could turn to be defensive

sharper than the daggers as all

extract not blood from the fall

demoralize the intent in short

distract more or less the thoughts

a not so good omen to witness

a diabolical mode to harness.

The Wednesday’s And Friday’s Child

Wednesday’s child is full of woe
goes the rhyme in a row
each day’s child has a quality
assigned perhaps to rhyme with validity
so does the stars have characteristics
each one tries to be futuristic
the child’s star foretells his sway
could also direct his way
do they concur or not is any one’s belief
a good prediction releases a relief
a bad one gives a hard feel with frustration
well, the astrologer’s are not incarnations
have their own defaults to an extent
take it or not it is your own talent
sayings are not maxims with an authority
guide or misguide one without authenticity
so goes the rhyme Friday’s child is full of grace
whilst I know children of both days in a phase
none agree to the terms and conditions as set forth
sisters who were born on these days whom I know
easily slip into the other day’s mantle in the go.