Meenas PoemsBe it charm
be it harm
it is in a swarm
that brings never a warm
not surely a balm
as in the storm
we get no calm
very much out of form
not within the specified norm
having to survive in prescribed proceed
that be of great diligence in the need.
Know a poet
who lived in a land
not known to many
being a small hamlet
with no amenities
say that be modern
living in a big house
traditional and big
built amongst nature’s bounty
with trees and plants around
living all by himself
with a few sincere friends about
ate when he liked
slept when he wished
not governed by time
passing hs days
looking at the beautiful sky
and cherishing every moment of it
that got transcribed in his verse
sustaining the vigour and trance
that he experienced all through his life
Great be his likes
Great is 
his verse
pure and clear
like the sky
he sees all through.
The feel of having lived long
all through the winds fair and foul
having been tossed by tides good and bad
all been seen in the skin and face
that no physical work was there all too
undergone a mental battle in a cross
nothing came to hand in an easy mode
even to pick a needle small
had to bend and strain the most
as to get hold of one’s own
had to struggle to get a tiny piece
which also ebbed in the final throw
that has been all the life
seeming to be long and winding
hope to depart 
soon
not similar to the way I have lived
but to get away in a wink
and that be the end of me.
A competition is there
between power and fame
were power ultimately wins.
A rivalry is there
over wealth and power
finally wealth succeeds.
Being a question all through
which 
is victorious in the end
I want to see through.
As I am ignorant
anyone out there
tell me the triumphant.
I am going to be ten
jolly well cries my grand-daughter.
I am going to be twenty
cries my nephew with joy.
I would be thirty plus
beams my son with pride.
I am turning forty
tells my brother softly.
I am on my way to fifty
speaks my cousin meekly.
Well, I would be sixty soon
say I demurely .
Well as the age goes
the people grow
so do their voice show
from high to low
with a mellow
that be the go
as years flow
taking us nearer to the grave
turning stoic and brave.
The flower over there
looks from there
blooming in the sun shine
holding us in a bind.
Having not thought of attracting
it blossoms with no thinking
delighting the onlooker great
never once bargaining the rate.
Any work of art might it be
great or small let it be
should command the views
never advertise any clues.
They be recognised for their merit
get across the board in credit
let not they be thrown out for propaganda
as that could destroy their agenda.
The part that which comes up for sale
acquires a look haggard and pale
with selling becoming the motive
there is no grade in the retrieve.
Bees go to the flower for honey
birds surround the trees for fruits though tiny
that be the procedure all through
with works of art more true.
Straightening my neck which is aching
I see through my window with a longing
as the window shows me the world
not that world that everyone sees
but my own world of trees and plants
birds and monkeys all around
busy going about with their work
not bothered about rain or shine
nor about rumour or slander
the birds fly about with a search
the monkeys along with a hunt
do some jolly good pranks
all of them keep me entertaining
and I feel blessed and pleased
as being with them relieve
my neck in specific
and assuage my mind in general 
The chinese over here
are 
going gay with New Year
being in malaysia for generations together
far away from their mainland
firing crackers and enjoying
going to the temples and praying
that being the Year of the Horse
where everything would go in a gallop
as the astrologers predict
there could be volcano eruptions
and unrest among the people
conflicts would mount
tensions would prevail
with business not so glittering
while the lumber business
would prosper and thrive
there be a lie down
for those born in the year of Horse
as the Ying-Yang is not balanced
with the Chinese astrologers
giving all sorts of cautions
but the year has begun
let us wait for another twelve months
and find out what is in store
The physical exertion
makes the body tired
the limbs go aching
the joints cry for rest
the bending and straightening
takes the toll in a grip 
with the perspiration huge
the body loses its power
becoming a sordid waste.
The mind in its full exercise
calls for a rest almost pressing
as being totally exhausted
with thinking and planning
strategical and provisional
how to get along smooth
and how to execute carefully
that becomes an obsession
taking the life out to a naught
Been in the farm
which was out of form
having layers in form
that have to be cleared from form
needing to establish the form
had to work in full form
without any let out in form
accomplished the redoing to fullest form
thus restoring the farm
back to its original form
then left the farm
with a satisfaction in absolute form
that of bringing back to form.
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