Meenas Poems
Straight goes the line.
Straight goes the road.
Straight grows the plant.
Straight grows the crop.
Straight stands the man.
Straight stands the animal.
Straight goes the majority.
Straight goes not all .
It is straight everywhere.
What goes not straight?.
It is mind.
Full has a lovely gloss.
So it is always a full toss.
Full leads across.
As it shows up in gross.
The flowers enchant in full bloom.
They instantly dispel gloom.
They look beautiful in a zoom.
Activating a fertile boom.
The nightingale sings in full-throated ease.
Releasing melody from the cluster of trees.
The voice glides through as if it is a breeze.
Capturing everyone with a solemn appease.
The full moon shines bright over the night.
Illuminating the darkness with a white light.
The full moon in the black sky is a glorious sight.
Enticing all with a charm bright.
Full size of anything is amazing.
The fullness is at times alarming.
Letting a feeling that is terrifying.
Endearing a crazy note that is mystifying.
Expenses are too many.
They cause an agony.
They implicate an irony.
They are as oppressive as tyranny.
Expenses give worry.
They bring about a hurry.
They instigate a fury.
Allowing a deep bury.
Expenses speedily go ahead.
As they take away the bread.
They demand a sizeable shred.
Cutting short the thread.
Expenses are never expected.
They come at the moment unwanted.
Casting a shadow most followed .
Finally succumbing to a fall out.
Expenses get on the saddle.
They carry on with a paddle.
Pressurizing the entity with a rattle.
Releasing an incessant prattle.
Expenses are obtrusive.
They are mostly intrusive.
Often they are incisive.
Enforcing a trend decisive.
Expenses are to be met.
As they are inordinately set.
They usher a fret.
Leading to a bet.
Expenses are always alarming.
They are more or less unnerving.
They elicit a fear threatening.
Leaving a passionate decrying.
It was a wait, very long wait.
It was an expectation, much expected.
It was a desire, most wished.
It was a thought, serious thought.
It was a solution, well solved.
It was a decision, carefully decided.
It was an inclusion, stealthily included.
It was a belief, strongly believed.
Well it was everything that comprised all things.
It is easy to blame others.
It is easier to find fault.
It is easiest for all to run away .
It is difficult to complete a task.
It is far more difficult to accomplish it with dignity.
It is most difficult for everyone to praise the genuine.
It is easy to point the finger.
It is easier to mock.
It is easiest to grab the honour finally.
It is difficult to negotiate .
It is more difficult to resolve.
It is most difficult for all to approve the diligent.
Well that is how the world looks at things.
Well that is what each one is made off.
Well the earnest goes unhonored and unrecognised.
Cohesive thoughts are interesting.
Ideas that bring out a change are fascinating.
Inventions that assure a turn are appealing.
Strategies that usher a progress are demanding.
Improvements that lift up the society are delighting.
An involvement that renders an arising is appeasing.
An insight that predicts a jump is alluring.
An initiative that brings a development is assuring.
To focus on the goals of life is a targeting.
To aim high is a symptomatic entrusting.
To aspire for the best is gratifying.
Anyhow singing this song is most enlivening.
Long back Kings invaded and killed many.
A little long ago nations invaded and killed thousands.
Day before Tarantulas invaded Assam town and killed two.
Royalty killed out of enmity.
Nations killed because of greed.
Why do spiders kill?
It is a red-letter day they hail
It is a red alert they caution.
It is a red light area they call.
It is a red zone they enforce.
It is scorching red fire they mourn.
It is a red wound they shout.
It is a red stain they blurt.
It is a red blood bath they scream.
It is red in most fronts we admit.
The colour red strikes a discordance.
It spreads a discomfort somewhere.
It signifies a flamboyance everywhere.
The evening was sultry and hot.
There was no breeze to cool out.
It was unpleasant all through.
While sitting heaving and puffing in the patio
Got calls from friends in a row.
Each one expressing a strain sad
Emphasizing the unkindness meted out.
The senior one wished to die
holding strongly destiny in her hands.
The other one cursed his siblings to a tragic death.
adorning himself in a prophetical garb.
The last one was in bad health.
Depression had taken its toll.
He had shed his snobbish pride,
Lo!looked demure and desolate,
The poor weakling wished nothing, cursed none,
He only longed for peace to return.
These added up to the heat around.
Making one to think and think aloud.
Finally found out that
Happiness is within ourselves
Not anywhere else.
Going back is never too easy.
Back tracking is ever too easy.
Keeping up the promise is never too easy.
Eating up the words is ever too easy.
Hearing slander is never too easy.
Listening to praise is ever too easy.
The world moves on round and round.
The interruption of movement is never found.
People’s talk reverberates with full sound.
Their activity advances never with a bound.
The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.
No other means seeks a serious wound.
Living in the middle of conceit and greed
Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.
Well, money has always been the prime need.
It is a requirement to arrange a feed.
What then is the crux of the deed?
It is something that directs to a bleed.
This transaction has been going on for years.
It has been carried out without any fear.
Nestling behind the scene in the rear.
We trace a slight jerk which is out of gear.
The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.
As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.
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