Meenas PoemsThe child cries
Knowing not what to do
mother cries too.
Both crying aloud
at top of their voice
throats ge
t stuck.
With broken voice
both could not cry more
They keep quiet
Their voice lost
both fall asleep in exertion
The cries cease
My little girl called from abroad.
She is the most adorable kid.
With lovely demeanour and fine code.
Talked in length of her school and other kids
S
he being the teacher’s assistant in class
has to help the teacher in her activities
She is among the top four in class
topping in mathematics .
But has not received any awards so far.
She felt sad and unhappy but very diplomatic
Lo! her tone gave it out without any bar.
Rewards give an impetus and joy to everyone
Little kids get overjoyed and thoroughly happy
Denying these awards to the rightful is wicked.
The bird talk
has become a man’s talk
as everyone tweets.
The man’s 
talk
has become nobody else’s talk
none to copy.
In the courtyard we see numerous events
Day in and day out they happen in succession.
getting unnoticed most pass of as trends.
Certain others stay in the mind with an imposition.
The courtyard is a theatre on the onset
with feelings and emotions displayed high.
Incidents being spontaneous cannot be reset.
Certain events draw a feeling of shy.
Theatrical skills also play a game.
The one who is vociferous rules the roost.
The silent one poses a look tame
Anger and tears provide a boost.
When the show starts we know not.
Reaching its climax in a short while
it rises to a situation very hot.
Gradually slows down in a quiet style.
The live show is far interesting
as the actors are all family members
They are part of the real testing
so know no method to coax the numbers.
Sleeping in a rugged floor.
Brushing the teeth with cinders
Bathing in a river.
Eating out of earthen ware.
She knows no sophistication.
She knows no condiments.
She 
know only work
Nothing more than that.
Calls are answered without any attribution
Mails mostly go without any proposition.
I am sending e mails as an imposition
But, to my dismay, I find no solution.
As there is no solution let us part.
Not thinking of anything extraneous to act
To make a smooth transition is the tact.
Let us do it immediately as there exists no pact
Live together without any fight.
Eat together without any bite.
Work together without disputed might.
That was how we were brought up right.
Living together has taken a flight.
Eating together is no more a trait.
Working together has become very tight.
That is how we are living almost right.
With the change in sight.
We get along straight
with a keen insight
That is how it goes right.
The noblest of all human
does live among us
it is hard to find the man
who dwells with us.
He might be one among many
but with distinct stress.
He might look like any
but has a unique crush.
He might sound familiar
but has an authority fresh.
How to find that man?
is the question that rushes
Well try to locate the man
with a powerful press.
Finding the superb man
would lead you to a gush.
Dreams come true they say
but i never could say so.
As I go on dreaming day after day
nothing has turned real in a show.
Does this happen only to me? I wonder
if at all they come out true I ponder
I would rise up and fly in the skies
like the lovely roaming fairies.
Dreaming every night as I sleep
I get up suddenly and peep
finding nothing amazing
I sit silent and gazing.
Well, dreams do give a fill
a satisfaction and a
thrill
With little brains
and big talk
With little thought
and big word
With little understanding
and big nod
he goes ahead.
Thinking too much
whence he knows nothing.
Acting too great
whence he behaves silly.
Speaking too high
whence he is empty headed
he crosses over.
That be he
who feels he is a genius
and a scholar
gregariously chattering
with gesticulations funny
and speech incoherent
he lives as such.
That being he
with a slant perception
and a scant discretion
making mountains of mole hill
creating a sensation piquant.
living with a feigned glow.
That is he
the man who you all know
who crosses the road
who takes the seat next to you
and who smiles at you with familiarity
and who jumps high in vain
who lives with halo around
.
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