Meenas PoemsReacting for every other thing
retorting for all other thing
blocking that which darts
repudiating that which acts
has been his way of life.
Finding fault is his strength
Pointing the mistake is his bent.
Passing comments is his lend.
Talking ill is his fend
and this has been his way of life.
The man prospers and thrives
Lives on other people’s vice.
Professing a face nice
walks around in size
Well this is how he lives his life.
The thought of setting things right
The mood to straighten them right
The feeling to get out of the mess right
has slowly left her in the moment right.
Making things work with discipline right.
Taking things forward without any pull back right.
Has taken her toll all through the years right.
and the inkling to end up with a success has left her right.
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earing taunts and criticism she worked right.
Ignoring the tease and mockery she went ahead right.
Beaten up badly she tried to reassure right
but now the intention to hold things together has left her right.
Treated like a slave all through her life right
Finding fault with her when things do not go right.
Assuming credit when everything goes in the track right
Has sent her long to a place far away right.
Living physically among the crowd now right
while the mind saunters in a land distant right.
She has to carry on silently all the more right.
waiting for an eternal exit soon right.
The fight goes
The man and wife confront.
The child watches.
The fight quickens
The man and wife
contradict.
The child cries.
The fight ends
The man and wife separate
The Child suffers.
Man leaving his wife
and wife leaving her husband
has been in vogue
right through the years.
The mutual separation goes
without much hitch without children
It gets complicated with children.
Questions rise up and stay unfinished
while the children themselves
become a big question.
The children grow under one’s care
Their life goes on smooth in a rare
till the entry of a new partner
This leads to a distinctive urge
A track outside the normal surges.
Adjusting and accommodating to the new life
becomes the key words of the children’s lives.
The Man starts his new life anew
and the wife enters an alliance in a renew.
Fathered by one and tended by another
the child grows up in mother’s care.
Born from a woman and brought up by another
the child builds up as a father’s heir.
The togetherness gets diluted
and the intimacy gets faded.
The child loses its roots blatantly
and till he grows up incidentally
he stands bewildered filled with awe .
This feeling lasts till his life
with an indelible stamp
Fluctuations are at the door.
One knock tells us of the rise
another bang informs us of the fall.
A small rap hints a little advance.
An impressive tap indicates a huge up trend.
A loud dash throws open the momentum
calling that it has crashed.
which is not merely restricted to stocks
but largely circumvents 
life too.
Things untouched are lying there for forty years.
Utensils unused are kept there for forty years.
Jewels not adorned are placed there for forty years.
Furniture not utilised are piled there for forty years.
Dress unworn are arranged there for forty years.
The lady with all these was in her twentieth year then.
She has no intentions to use them any more
She had the desire but circumstances did not allow
They are there for forty years with dust and rust.
That is how things go unattended and lie as dead.
Money invested turns into wasteful expenditure
How much amount of money thus has been locked?
The community to which she belongs demand even now
They keep them secure locked in a room.
They say it is for the future
Does there is any future after sixty years?
They keep on doing so with added fervour.
knowing not they are killing the economy .
The wind blows
peeping through the big windows
now and then.
The rain falls
leaking through the tiled ceiling
now and then.
The sun enters
shining through the 
glass doors
now and then.
It is nature
that comes into the house
now and then.
The clouds gather in haste.
The sky turns dark,very dark.
all set for a down pour heavy
The wind blows unexpectedly
picking up in velocity
scatters the clouds
clears
the sky
and the rain is not seen.
The mind gets clear.
The thoughts spread over.
all set for a decision.
The emotions overwhelm suddenly
gains momentum in speed
diffuses the thoughts
contaminates the mind
and the decision is not taken.
The sway of the powerful
the way of the majority in all
the insidious actions of the chief in full
go to make the world a hell
in which we have to live without a yell.
Living without a noise in silence.
Tolerating things done in indulgence
has become the possible mode without negligence
pulling on in this world in accordance
and living in style with perseverance.
The voice of the minority 
goes unheard.
They stand in a corner shattered.
They are beaten up and battered.
Have to sustain in the dread
waiting for a release instead.
The world rolls on in great speed
Survival of the fittest is in the lead.
The weaklings are suffering indeed
To come up they have to resort to deeds
that could raise them above all .
The rule of majority gets going
not only in governance which is showing
but also in families that is not knowing
get reflected in opinions in a roaring
finds place in polls with a rousing
and the long list goes on and an
with the majority claiming power.
States where the origins lived
have come under the majority who invaded.
The invasion was not by war or any other
but by the hunt for gold and diamonds to further
also by trade and commerce to gather.
The natives were driven from the land mercilessly
They sought refuge in far away deserts and hills permanently
from the invader and losing their rights immediately
The Powerful who claim the rule do ignoble acts
depriving the minorities of their rights and facts
and pushing them to strains of penury in tact.
Thus move on the majority in great stride 
imperiously
making the minority wallow in filth derisively
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