Meenas PoemsIt being a post by sea mail
from the coastal town
where she had gone for holiday
with the feel of joy in a way
calling her friends from abroad
asking about them without fail
she being away far away
yet wants to be with the crowd all day
calling them and skype-ing them
talking to them in a mood gay
that makes me think
why did she fly out for a break
would have been with them in take
than spending huge sum over a holiday
yet wanting 
to be with them all day.
In my hands my little son found solace
rocking and singing he became calm
that be the beginning of my hands association .
Holding my hands my son got across
with a feeling secure he went about
that be the preliminary take of my hands.
Holding his hands I taught him to write
write did he with figures small and big
that was the secondary level of the hands of mine.
The hands that moulded him to the perfection
the way he grew up under its protection
that be the third degree connection of my hands.
The time has come for him to move
taking the hands of mine he goes forward
a final position of my hands with him.
Seeing my hands now I find
they be worn out with wrinkles around
shaky they are fit to end up the strive.
Well, they were the same hands long back
robust and strong full of life
soft and tender as a petal.
The hands have told you a story
that of being the tale of every mother
those born before, living now and going to be 
born .
it is a perusal
compelling one to do something
that he may or may not like to do
gaining advantage over his plight
overwhelming him to do’
has been the way of two.
He,having fallen a prey to his ways bad
having lost all his worth
now loiters without a penny
totally at the mercy of the two
who hold him by his collar
driving him mad in the journey
They do command without reservation
do this and do that in tone firm
spy over and gather all
spreading their authority in directions
he being subservient to them
at the same time playing fool too
The trio do lot of mischief in such a way
working up disasters all the day
not understanding mainly the gravity
also with deceit finally being the way out
causing havoc all through without understanding
spoiling the reputation of the family .
The distinctions of the two countries
keep me at the anvil
one being laid back and clean
the other being buzzing and unclean.
The countries I talk about
being varied in ethnic
all religions stay put and abound
one with three races in the round.
The languages and dialects in one
becomes countless in the go
with some without alphabets
only going by the talking
The other being a settlement
with one race claiming to be native
the other two coming for livelihood
having enriched the land of occupation.
The ancient land with a heritage
and a beautiful culture
known for its great stature
remains so in the annals .
The second one being a small nation
when held in close comparison with the other
has a compact land area and population
with fertility being its chosen play.
The ancient land teeming
and bustling with men
holds the pride in technical front
yet is being locked in corruption.
The same goes with this peninsula
for that matter the distinctions go amiss
as both countries are peninsular
being equally corrupt.
The discriminations being dealt so far
being marked in areas of density and cleanliness
earmark the validity of the nations 
India and Malaysia
that lie in the Asian continent,
Groping in the dark
he went round the corner
faltering now and then
knowing not what do
he went ahead with difficulty.
Holding a stick in hand
with it making noise
he crossed the place
being a night mare
he got ahead with difficulty.
Had to have a light in hand
that would leave him in peace
taking him in the dark
negotiating through the curves
he had to move past with difficulty.
Take it in mind ,Man
the light being literacy
that would enable a thrive
passing through the strife
making you to move fast and facile.
Stressing over and over
the importance of education
that many neglect wantonly
might be a negligence due to struggle
everyone should know to read and write
that be the motto of this song in
special
.
The writing bears a stamp
that which tells of the author
be he a poet or a dramatist
there would be seen a style
that would reveal the person
anonymous he might be
his words show him clear
as he lives and breathes there
with the soul on it.
The identity getting on the stage
the theme scales up a
as the perception gives out
the person who has written
with his ideas being clothed
not with words alone
but with the thoughts
that carry a significance
revealing a reference.
The outlook being that of the writer
who wishes not to come upfront
remaining in the hind
he pours his emotions in paper
very well backed and packed in a language
as the mastery over the letters
remains the foremost skill
that go to make wonders
commanding esteem and repute .
Pulling down the curtain
with a wistful turn
headed towards my bed
as I wanted to shed
the pent-up feelings I accumulated
all through the day in a stimulate
falling on my loving pillow
which surely would follow
what all I share with tears and joy
a silent receptacle akin to a toy
comes with me all in a way
I speaking to it in gay
hearing what all I say
letting out no whimper
but lying as I kept it
quietly
listening to my ramble
smiling to itself at my rattle
she being the companion of me for long
now as I am worn out and tired
she too looks thin but has to abide
being faithful and sincere till now
would continue to be so as I know
as she could not go out all by herself
until I throw her as waste into the shelf
that I would not do
as it is hard to find one so nice too.
The gaze at the sun
with the curiosity in the run
wanting to know what fun
it is to shine all through
without a pause and fault in true
while I coil and withdraw
when there be a flaw
complaining of tiredness great
proposing a rest in rate
that be with most of us
yet you remain without fuss
shining not with mediocre
but with high decor
over the earth in spirit
never-failing in a beat
Well, I want to know really
how you shine so lovely
all these years with energy
showing formidable synergy.
Had a skid just now
with my right leg going apart
the left leg holding firm
the leg going weak pushing forward
hstriking over a beautiful table
which fell down with a bang
resuming the balance soon after
I stood aghast looking around
Alas! both my left and right legs
along with the table’s legs
got bruised over the fall
being human I cried with pain
Lo! the poor table of mine
croaked and fell silent.
That being the stage now
having injured my wobbling legs
and having broken the table’s lovely legs
I stay mum groaning in silence
over the pain I incurred
purely being the fault of mine
resulting out of carelessness
certainly an outcome of the agitated mind
that has become almost frequent
stumbling and screaming
over nothing and for everything.
The revenue going high
The living rose high
The spending also jacked up.
There being an extravagance on top
Spending and enjoying all the more
Thinking of that moment in the fore.
Setting aside the thought of day after.
Let it come says he louder
as today is the one that has to be lived
saying that in a mood exalted
he reminded me of the species
that think of the present in a treatise
living gaily and happily all 
throughout.
Meenas Poems 