Meenas Poems
It was dark and serene.
Clouds moved across,.
lightning struck ahead,
thunder blasted over,
rains lashed with force,
the scene was sombre,
the light effect was dazzling,
the sound was deafening,
creating an orchestra,
neither of mirth,
nor of melancholy,
but of reality,
and of credibility.
The word is of great interest.
It is a delight when men show interest.
It is appealing when men have limited interest.
It is painful when men charge abnormal interest.
Interest in things grows as such.
The feeling leads to a buy out as much.
It dispels the fear of the crunch.
Initiating a purchase in bunch.
Interest on money accumulates so quick.
The lender plays a likely trick.
It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.
Forcing the borrower to lick.
Interest plays the roles both.
It builds wealth in troth.
It eats up the fortune like a moth.
Condemning the borrower to froth.
It was a search.
Beyond the torch.
It was a start.
Far away in a sort.
It looked ahead.
Away from the tread.
Mind you it is near.
And it is very dear.
Vampires existed in folk-lore.
They were depicted in tales of yore.
They created a bloody sore.
They sucked the blood to the core.
Mythology abounds with their horror portraits
Greeks and Romans spoke of their terror straight.
Christianity refers allegorically to their existence in trait.
Asians represent the being with hair hanging upright.
Vampires are no more myths in the real sense.
They are found almost in every place over the fence.
Oppression is a sign of drinking blood beyond the lens.
The powerful go about with unmindful impertinence.
The potent do play a havoc with rigour.
The cheats out beat them by their trigger.
Treachery is a connivance that creates a snigger.
Ruthlessness is an atrocity that condemns all others to a meagre.
There are innumerable sects of vampires in society.
As countless incidents contribute to their impropriety.
Folk-lore did not pass on anything without sobriety.
Nevertheless the stories of vampires kindle our anxiety.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
Read thou art thus.
Read more none the less.
Read without a fuss.
Read with a phonetic stress.
Read aloud with an emphatic 
press.
Read, read goes the chant.
Read, read is the rant.
Read, read is a common grant.
Read, read for an enchant.
Read, read brings about a pedant.
Read between the lines with a curiosity.
Read between the words with a veracity.
Read between the quotes with a credibility.
Read between the references with a possibility.
Read between the punctuation with a plausibility.
Reading goes through in different strains.
Reading gives a lot of gains.
Reading ensues a stream of trains.
Reading well signifies a powerful reign.
Reading all the more sharpens the brain.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence.
There he shoots.
Is it to runaway with a boot?
Or else to enter into a loot?
Much more to unplug the root.
More so to express hatred in a hoot.
Nay it is to kill the devotees in a sudden shoot.
Drastically to kill kids in an unexpected offshoot.
Thus introducing a bloody route.
Indeed the deal is beyond compute.
The aftermath is chronically acute.
Please, call him a wicked brute.
The glittering recent is attractive.
The shine dazzling is a sign positive.
The Godliness seen from ancient is divinity.
The opportunity thrown is infinity.
Progress of the old nation is great.
Economy is growing in spate.
Statesmen gain handsomely in all rounds.
People lose sordidly at all bounds.
The politicians wield governing power.
States go without electrical power.
It is an ancient land of civilization.
Well,it is the Great Indian nation.
A man tried to cross the road all carefully.
Counting each step he took attentively.
Tapping his way with a white long stick.
Expressing cheer without a slightest tick.
Another man followed him with ease.
With eyes focused elsewhere emitting a tease.
Waving an expensive mobile phone proudly.
Guffawing with impertinence rather hoarsely.
The first man passed through sensibly.
With ears wide open to sound totally.
With mind alert to the hubbub deliberately.
Walked ahead unscathed heroically.
The second one got caught in the milieu.
With ears stuck to the mobile with all due.
Absolutely engrossed in the talk all through.
Slipped into a tumble with a big hue.
The first one had eyes bare.
Saw only dark nothing rare.
Distinguished every sound to detail.
Took unhurried steps which carried him without fail.
The eyes of the second were bright.
Saw nothing beside the light.
Oblivious to sound on the right.
He was overthrown by a speeding car -a gory sight.
It is not the apparent loss that affects.
It is the real attention that diverts.
The challenged gets ahead.
The fit loses his head.
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