Meenas PoemsThe baby with a bottle
was caught in a throttle
as he was sucking the juice
with a forceful choose
coughing in intervals
regurgitating in levels
looking teary eyed
and being clumsily tied
feeling uncomfortable all the more
sobbing for his mother even more..
The detachment in me gets out of the spring
calling me with a continuous ring
forcing me to get away from the swing
and recuse myself from the worldly tinge
Aiming to get away and withdraw from the din
I keep myself from the clasping pin
estranging myself from the ordained grin
living a life of withdrawal much far from the trashy bin
This has been the trend for time I follow
but to my horror I hear someone bellow
with terms in lively green and yellow
putting me in a piquant hollow.
The interaction that takes place all along
between me and others in a long
do not put me in a belong
making me uncomfortable and run a furlong.
The shell I am used to live
has become so narrow and not give
anything to anybody with a forgive
deemed 
to be an exclusive state without reprieve.
That being so from my birth
having been a being with moderate mirth
wish to live the remaining days with a breath
as a being unknown and insignificant in earth.
The excess of anything is a danger
as it causes an intoxication in a ranger
be it food in a 
quantity beyond
as indulgence lands in orbits of outbound
be it wealth in a way
as opulence takes you far away
be it temper striking entire
as the gravity stabs the interior
be it brains in a say
as intelligence touches lunatic stray
be it passion in straight
as sensual extravagance creates a blight
be it fashion in show
as over exposure brings you to bow.
be it mercy in the go
as tenderness pitches you against a foe
anything right or wrong
a moderation should be your song
as it would put you in a stature
lively and delicate making you great and mature.
The horse in the stable
stood agile and able
ready for the race
reckoning a fast trace
where it would attract
as a star in the tract
cheered by the spectators
encouraged by the stake holders
having bet a huge sum on her
awaiting to see her power
as she goes on the race course
starting slowly in the first with little force
picking up gradually in the next round
racing ahead finally with a great sound
her hoofs galloping in a trot
she getting past the slot
emerging finally victorious
carrying a prize money tremendous
bringing a large fortune to the owner
and a great reputation to the trainer
The horse has proved her mettle
while she walks back to her settle.
It being a game or a gamble
whatsoever you might call it in the preamble
the poor horse being trained and trained
having been slogged incurring deep pain
well, the poor animal has to bow
to the great pull and force in the go.
The thunder was mild
seemed the sky was murmuring by itself
looked as though it was grumbling
going on for some time in a way soft
it gained momentum and started rocking
with a big blast and a noise
deafening the surrounding altogether
the rains got gathered in the clouds
and were preparing to fall as droplets
there arose a big voluminous sound
sonorous as it could be and frightening
giving a feel that the world has collapsed
with that the rains started to fall
with a force not known so far
coming down in torrence with a lash
drenching the area totally
making it marshy and slushy
unable to cross through
while the rain went on for days together
deluding the ground with great speed
and the land appeared like a boat
mired in the huge ocean
striking hard to reach the shore
but getting no way in the midst
apparently hard and incredible
as a wade through would pose a risk
Days and months would go along
just for clearing up the mess
and diffusing the stress
a patien
ce is the need of the hour
as far as the murmur that has gone beyond
ending up in a devastation and havoc great
The menace men do to each other
is reflected in the ill feeling they nurture
is found in the jealousy that mounts up
just for the sake of being good-looking
be a way that copes up well
then being an intelligent person than the other
that being a reason which manges well
next comes the feeling of living comfortably
that is the seed of all rivalry very well
followed by the execution and performance
that being got by innate trend and practising conscien
tously
all these consignments both in part and in bulk
go about throwing in the air envy and ruthlessness
turning the person to become a wicked and evil human
summing up his value and strength in derogatory terms
making much of his fallacy and diabolical syndrome
It is a day full of dullness
where there is no fullness
it looks as if there is no brightness
with the day turning into nothing.
Many days have turned so lifeless
causing a boredom nevertheless
making one weary and senseless
leaving a weird perception .
With the days becoming insensible
time moves slowly with a tremble
making the person irritable
converting the days into a 
millenium
The little girl is a catchy one
with beautiful eyes and lovely nose
eyes sparkling all the more with a glow
while the lovely nose gives her a profile
so elegant and regal with a dignity on the way.
Must be enchanting to see her
You might secretly wish to glance at her
but she remains exclusive all the more so
bubbling with an overwhelming enthusiasm
circling round her family and close friends.
Being kept so by her mother in total exclusiveness
fearing any evil eye would bring harm to her daughter
the little girl surpasses anybody’s idea all the more
excelling in attitude and movement with a grace
that places her in a pedestal of grandeur.
If the little one appears in public
she is sure to raise the bar
as all eyes that fall on her all the more
would find themselves hard to transfer their sight
and see some one or other mundane and ordinary.
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The smile litting up the face
she was sitting on the terrace
looking around with a gaze
chuckling to herself with a grace..
What was the smile about?
what was she doing in the terrace?
wanted to call her with a shout
contained myself in a firm stout.
She still remained there with a broad grin
very much atop the terrace
she looking pale and thin
very much away from the din.
That much is enough for the day
standing all alone in the terrace
cried from down is that the way?
Yes she smiled with a gripping sway.
Not able to withstand from below
hopping and jumping reached the terrace
gave a sound from deep hollow
asking her to come back in a follow.
She turned behind and stood straight
not a step away from the terrace
bidding me to take the steps right
ordering me to vanish from her sight.
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