Meenas PoemsIt was a few years back
we were going in a pack
up on a mountain which was black
there seemed to be cracks
as fissures were seen in the rack
that made efforts difficult to track
we strolled over there in a slack
munching the hot snack
staying there for an hour with a hack
hoping to get through the stack
but could not push
through with knack
so got down the hill intact
abandoning the try with exact.
With a curious mind
and a regular writing
I do things with reckoning
that call for attention
seeing some hazard not permissible
where the environment
faces danger and destruction
I am up in arms not literally
taking my pen with a speed
as the pen being my weapon
my face not being known
I go about in this world
reforming a little in a way
a fair share of my participation
coming out of the eventuality
soon come the vigilance
setting right the damage
being my 
contribution to society
from which I have gained much
a small rectification to the city
which has given me place to live
so far and so forth all through
I do a little by way of service
though not much to the world
which remains the pivotal point
which stands with open arms
embracing the good and bad
Talking to my children over the week ends
has been my routine for years together
I talk to them without an end
not knowing what way to end altogether
but keeping awake all of us for hours
as one lives in the north in a time zone
whilst the other in the south with another time ever
with the variations of morning and evening alone
the last one living in the middle almost same time as mine
as both of us live around the tropics in tone
we go on talking apart from the time with shine
away from the time, beyond the time in glue
with a giggle and a chuckle all through
with tears and a weep while coming to a close
brushing aside the tears that trickle down true
hanging up with the anticipation of resuming in the next week-end
our life has been going about with talking and seeing over the net
very much assuaging and comforting to a great extent in 
a trend
though not as reckoning of the physical touch and proximity
that had been denied to us by living miles apart in frequency.
It being a starry night
with the darkness covered tight
the flickering of the moon
and twinkling of the stars soon
showed up as a lovely sight
with the illuminated night
sparkling with a gusto and light
while the chilliness of the season
lent charm with a reason
sending an enamoured fervour
along with a rapturous ardo
ur
as I sat on my ease chair
gazing at the spectacular fair.
With my writing I go to places
receive views from different places
I 
know very little of these places
happy to note my words go to these places
where they find a place among places
the appreciation comes from all places
with likes and comments keeping me in a place
provoking me to salute my viewers from my place
where I sit put for long and long in the same place
thinking though out-of-place
but tied up steadfast to my birthplace,
Pent up I live
Tuned up i sit.
Topped up I stand
Lighted up I walk.
Well, you may find it quixotic
well that is me in topic
totally was into frolic
now going very hectic.
With that the nerve centre of work turns thick
have to move about with a kick
lest would be left behind from the pick
as everything is ruled by the stick.
Now I live with a feel.
never attempting to steal
trying to go with a heal
that is the end of the deal.
the flower blooms
signalling prosperity
the grass grows thick
indicating fertility
the trees yield fruits
showing out their fecundity
the man powers his strength
destroying the fellow human
the one or the other thrives
not for their own
but to make others happy
while man gets stronger
turning his own breed unhappy
while tormenting the rest.
That is a flower
a fruit and grass
Well, that is also
the man at the last.
The receipt of life calls for a study
not being a superficial go through
but for an in-depth study
that which we have all received in full
either be they good or bad in all
they have an effect and do land in a fall
every one of us for the better or ill in a claim tall
therein comes the analysis rolling like a ball
that being done with dedication and without drawl
would turn out to make all of us without a brawl
as better citizens of the world in all
as the experience goes in a crawl
we would all have received more of the good
than being shattered by the baddest of the bad.
Fathomless is the ocean
so is the thinking.
Extensive is knowledge
so is the learning
Great is the expedition
so should be the understanding.
The best is crossing over
so should be life
With the comfort and ease
and with reason sans tease
life has to go smooth and flowing
surmounting the flaws in the living
As I lay retrospective for long
the memory of my ancestor rushed along
she being an innocent lady beautiful
very pleasant mannered and wonderful
being tossed by destiny hapless
coming in the form of her daughter in law
who gave her no respect whatsoever
who taunted and teased her 
threw her out of the house with contempt
while the lady being dignified preempted
living a simple life in an ancient house
a way away from her family house
cooking all by herself till her death
doing her chores all by herself without any assistance
fearing to sleep in the night alone without attendance
she came to the house where her family lived
with her dinner in hand all well settled
slept peacefully in her own bedding
at the stroke of five in the morning
she walked back to her place of living
as years kept on running
she became bedridden and sick
being forced to stay in her family house without any pick
she lay unconscious for a few days never so in her long life
passed away calmly as she had lived breathing out
the daughter in law who shooed her off
got ill a few years after and was treated with a fuss
but had to die in a place outside her house
That be the greatness of destiny all said and done
whatever one wishes never works out even in fun
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