Meenas PoemsThe night sky is clear
The darkness cause a fear
That from the rear
shows up very clear
as we go on to hear
with our sharp ears
the noise goes up in seer
while the movement is here
the voice is from there
resembling the one dear
weeping like king Lear
holding his Cordelia near
knowing not out of fear
she being dead
caressing her with love
and the great King
looks like one to be jeered. 
With a great grudge
determined not to budge
he went ahead in rage.
Being attacked now and then
injured him often
baseless being the reason.
Caught in the wrong foot
he gave a big bloody boot
forcing them out of route.
Still they continued slandering
which made him squirming
then firmly he gave them a throwing.
Having a sound base now
to tarnish their faces in a row
he settled them in a blow.
That ended their ploy
making them run in coy
putting him in solace great.
Going by the date
ruled by the fate
it is not too late
to show the hate
that has almost ate
the pride in a rate
unfathomable great
hard to relate
and difficult to update.
Going by the creative
taken up by a prerogative.
it is not active
to express in affirmative
that is almost derivative
carrying the prohibitive
greatly 
informative
hard to be diminutive
and difficult to be repulsive
Stars do foretell
as they keep on twinkling
calling us ahead.
Stars fix up
marriages in my lovely world
with great belief.
What stars foretell
do actually work through greatly
accurate or different?
Working very different
as most marriages get broken
with perfect combination.
Yet they hold
as the belief runs through
from time immemoria
l
Being in the final stages
for reasons very silly
almost waited for ages
going with a case seriously
where got up and forth
then went down and deep
for nothing at all in worth
spending much from the keep
both time and money not less
heading no where in a speed
finally settling none the less.
The issue being modest and moderate
but the build up was fastidious
making one believe that at the rate
it would be a win for the dubious
yet constantly kept on challenging
with the hope of winning.
As the results are drawing close
hope to achieve what I chose
The day with a dawn bright
seems to be set right
with work and toil straight
with care and fear at heights
thinking aloud of the duties first
deliberating how to execute them best
carry on till the fall of dusk.
This being the trend day by day
with one day becoming strenuous
and the other turning out to be of grandeur
the activity of life moves on with credibility
as things happen fast with great incredibility.
Leaving everything with a resignation.
living with great relaxation
experiencing the pleasures as they come
relaxing with contentment.
thinking about nothing at large.
setting a goal without an aim.
treading the path without a focus.
shooting a picture without an eye.
writing all things 
without thought.
reading something at random.
eating anything when hungry.
sleeping whenever one wishes
Well this has become the way of my life
Could be rightly called straightaway
as a life without a meaning
and a life without any expectation.
Living thus and in such manner
the days prolong most times
and the hours get shortened at times
while the minutes drags on endlessly
the seconds vanish in a wink
as the years get ahead to a decade.
I go on submerging into the depth
wishing to get lost in the fathomless eternity
It is a wait
a long wait
for the bait
down the river.
the hook is sharp
very sharp
to catch the carp
down the river.
The net is large
too large
let from the barge
down the river.
The boy is small
tiny and small
waiting for the call
down the river.
The 
carp bites the insect
a wee like insect
then dives down in an intersect
down the river.
It comes up again
again and again
gets hooked at last
goes away from the river.
Braving the weather.
Sustaining the temper.
Surviving the attack.
Sailing through bad tides
she carried on her living
with a paucity in dwelling
with a morsel to eat
having nothing to beat.
She undaunted lived all the same
along with her children to name
relying on noting good
facing the rude
lying on the pavement
waiting for a betterment
as nothing seem to reach her
she quietly lay down without a murmur.
Doing wrong all the time
but living in prime
calling himself a saint
boasting he has no taint
made me miserably faint.
Taking money from the common pool
believing others to be a fool
saying it is his wife’s tool
getting it approved as a rule
going about like a mule.
He has prospered thus far
never entering the war
but making good of the disposition
being the eldest in position
posing himself a saint in occupation.
As all things have to fall in places
his deal has been diligently in chase.
His deceit has come out from the haze
and now feel shy and bad to face
by hiding himself from everyone’s gaze.
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