Meenas PoemsThe way goes in a round about
with turns and twists all about
not be one straight road ahead
a long distance be it instead
negotiate is the essence all round
where obstacles come up all round
speed is not possible at this frontier
patience is tracked in the dernier
if that be the practice in the go
all things would fall in a row
would lead to a triumph in the run
end up in an enjoyment and fun
The figure is slender
I would call it though
thin is not the word
the elegance is not found
as thin is out of context
a wee aside from the rest
the word slender goes easy
with fine touches in the feel
that thin lacks in effect
the sensation and thrill
one experiences in the description
where slender travels with a comfort
a light deviation from the seriousness
a verse to enjoy and go through
with love and grace in total
an all one to all intensity in absolute.
The style of speech
teased and taunted
the manner in which expressed
elucidated and elaborated
a matter that cliches the prime
that which deserves mention
is not the speech in itself
is that of the mimicry that goes with it
not from a stranger in all
but from the own kith
that of a son in full
talks the same way
with the similar rhetoric
started as a fun
has become natural in whole
that is how it turns
finally an unexpected revelation
that of a mother to son
bequeathed in generous
passed on with pride
an affair that stands above
subjected to the familiarity
and the test of times.
The ceremonies went on
the rituals were long
the chant and recital
took a full deal of plunge
the sanctity engulfed
the devotion was so dense
the gathering became one
diffused in the divinity
they were in a trance
knew nothing that happened
a juncture of enlightenment they say
Could it be ?questions my mind
a doubt that stimulates an apprehension
a feel that triggers a suspicion
all those are true and genuine
be it a masquerade to hide.
I silenced my mind
with a stern “NO Way” shout
moved out to breathe fresh.
Help is a noble sort
much or big does not matter
the thought bears a stigma
none other charity does hold
help is a form of simple
a talk with love lives long
a hand offered works high
a direction shown stand above
the very thought itself is the culmination
or can I say it a confluence
where charity and philanthropy
born in the abode of help
spread their wings in and around
Mind you, the simplicity should stay
lest it loses its charm in the stream
absolved by the fanfare all ahead.
Deals get through in a way
cross the hurdles in a day
not anything of hard work
that be more of money
the deal rides through smooth
with money on the background
be it one of business
or that of politics
else be that of any other style
the update of transaction
in firm and fold sure
that is how men go about
a perfection on the seal.
A perversion there be
a cousin of mine he be
known for his humour
takes life easy
well into the eighties
talks with an alert
cordial to all around
goes into a mood
throws tantrums all around
if anything goes amiss
be it trivial or great
odd is his move
an embarassment to all
mostly to his wife of long
he is out of home for a while
Poor old soul! feel sorry
as little adjustments could make
a difference untold
that be not to him alone
also to the kith and kin
who would have to bear with him
for another few years might be.
Height not matter
the sincerity very much caters
the bondage in status.
There is a part of land
lies in the common pool
unattended and unkempt
the other three go in shape
tended and trimmed
yet the entire is in control
of a person for years long
who ate the fruits of the soil
the revenue from the building
all in whole not in fractions
now leaves one in such condition
allows not the rightful to enjoy
what a cruel mind he bears
yet professes to be divine and just
Will not God see to all these misdemeanour?
a thought crosses in full force
God knows all the deeds and task
know not why he waits to condemn
perhaps that be the way he treats
the rightful not permitted to enjoy
the illegal free to gobble
what set of justice this be?
I know not and I still wonder
a complex criterion hard to accept.
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