Meenas Poems
Scathing remarks bring a broad smile.
Incorrigible words draw a kind look.
Lowly insults resume peace.
Humiliations restore tranquillity.
Let me tell you
The receiver is no other than a human!
Such people do live still.
Unperturbed they go about their duty
Paying no attention to gossip.
Undaunted they work towards a goal.
Let me tell you
they are more than a saint!
A straight road is ahead.
There seems no turns in the stead.
It is a long stretch ahead
Yes, go straight to the stead.
The way takes you straight.
Exposing nothing in the trait.
It is nothing but straight.
Everything else reflects the trait.
It is monotonous travel right.
Going steady without a flight.
Believe it is a certainty right.
Moving forward without a fight.
Surely, you would reach the destination late.
Nothing to press an acceleration in the slate.
Struggling you achieve the nominations very late.
It is a gradual but slow realization on the slate.
Realizing you get straight to your end.
Crossing the sea of life without a bend.
That is how you have to live up to the end.
Straight in stature without a single bend.
Disoriented is the mind after a shock.
Disenchanted is the soul as it experiences a block.
Disheartened is the heart as it hits the rock.
Disturbed is the thought as it is subjected to a mock.
Disintegrated becomes the idealism as it stumbles into a deadlock.
Dishevelled is the hair as the curls fall in locks.
Disfigured is the face as hurdles besiege it in a flock.
Dislocated is the disc as hurried movements enforce a knock.
Distraught is the being as every other thing takes it to an extreme stock.
It was a row
not among elders.
it was a tussle.
not among the parties.
It was a fight
not among the communities.
It was a quarrel
not among the sections.
It was an argument
not among the politicians.
it was a controversy,
almost among two of equal age.
It became heated in terms.
The heat turned unbearable.
It rose like a blazing fire.
Shouts in loud voice filled the air.
It drew lots around.
Old and young rushed to the spot.
The two were standing with faces red.
Gesticulating at each other in high temper.
The loveliest was saying
“I am four years old.
The other one was crying
“I am five years old”
The assertive one quipped
“Four is greater than five.”
The relatively bigger one
meekly refuted that five is bigger than four.
The smarter of the two stoutly denied
“ay you, four is greater than five.”
silencing the older one.
The five-year old walked down the lane
beaten by the four-year old.
Unobtrusively Darwin’s theory
“survival of the fittest”finds its way.
He is known for irrelevance,
as he talks full nonsense.
He destroys valid reference,
as he records his own inference.
He manipulates on preference.
as he commands no reverence.
He speaks not with evidence.
as he relates to abnormal incidence.
He is a man with no sense.
He absorbs no substance,
but releases vengeance.
Keep him in abeyance.
As he is a certain nuisance.
Getting into the woods on a lively day,
brought unfelt experience of gay.
There was penetration of sun’s rays,
through the dense trees in a trace.
directing to a tiny bay.
There was a march of elephants in a fray,
calling each other in a bray.
The water fell down the hills in a sway,
flowing quick without delay.
The birds twittered in a joyful jay,
chirping with a spirited say.
There arose a desire to stay,
in the splendid woods all the day.
Everything ended up in a blank.
There was none to bank.
The heart sank.
All issues drew a blank.
Nothing was above rank.
The mind sank.
Most experiences pointed to blank.
They lay above the tank.
The emotions sank.
Part of life was blank.
It exceeded the clank.
The hope sank.
Little cries imposed a blank.
The weeps overwhelmed the crank.
Death sank.
A small creature creates an irritation,
brings in a bothersome distraction,
inflicts a rare delusion,
leaves a nagging sensation.
It goes round the eyes,
perches itself over the nose,
sits on the cheeks like a dice,
hovers over the mouth in quick tries.
Driving it away poses a strain
getting rid of it is a gain,
Now is the time to tell you the main,
it is the common fly in its deign
It was a miss out which cost dear.
It was a fall which caused a smear.
It was a slip of the tongue that prompted a jeer.
It was a mindless cut that brought a tear.
It was an anger that raised the ear.
It was a danger that caused a terrible fear.
It was a provocation that invited a sneer.
It was a curiosity that called for a look near.
It was a wonder that instigated a peer.
It was a transgression that was slotted for the rear.
Always the miss outs would cost anyone dear.
The rain was pouring intermittently.
It was without force inevitably.
It ranged with a lag deliberately.
The roads looked clumsy totally.
People stayed back compulsorily.
The resultant was discomfort absolutely.
Meenas Poems 