Meenas PoemsThe top position leads to an exaltation.
a degree of power and position
placing one in heights and promotion
granting a comfort and composition
By granting so much there is an expectation
calling for a responsibility and delineation
going on for a rightful execution
at the proper moment with rightful intimation.
The top slot is not an easy invitation
but a strong and typical grant of nomination
Losing temper is a normal human str
ay.
Throwing tantrums s a little over the way.
Striking and hitting with force is an extreme play.
Where do these anomalies arise in the lay?
Deliberating on these vehemence deeply.
It is a must to know the antecedents exactly.
Circumstances would lead to anger directly
But over the mark is a crime eventually.
Tracing this quality to the family at large
Being the usual practice of all in n enlarge
The study would point out the irregularity in wage
that goes to make the excess of this rage.
A psychological factor has a dominance in this extravagance.
The mind restless becomes incorrigible acting with an intolerance
Mightily leading to a disorientation and a madness
constituting an overwhelming act of vehemence.
A lively game that brings mirth
When it is put forth
to the people in front
spreading across without brunt.
It illuminates the players with a shine
making the face glow in a fine.
They pass on the mirth down the line
All those who participate gather in a bind.
The game consists of passing radiance
It circulates cheer not with preference.
It is a play of great happiness
where there is enlivening gracefulness.
it is an alien lad
Language is very strange
People are stranger and the food strangest
Having got into the mainland
had to adjust to the land.
Seeing places has its fun and grace
but certain times it gives the toughest trace
as it is one of highly difficult craze.
Having to put up with circumstances
unused to and not experienced so far.
Wit signs as language and raw vegetables as food
had to travel through the land along with the brood
But the store of architectural marvels which stood
the test of times in magnificence and grandeur
were a feast to the eyes in no slight terms.
Surpassing the man made the natural wonders fascinated
with the beautiful lakes and stretches of mountainous slopes designated
a powerful portraiture of glory and beauty delineated.
The gleaming features filled with colourful mix of green, yellow and brown
releases an enlightenment making one forget the toils faced a little ago,
To gain we have to lose something on the way.
To get a whiff of fresh air we have to drive along way.
To enjoy the untouched splendours we have to cross the bay.
The trails and troubles we undergo gets lost in the end.
as we enjoy the bounties of
nature which is its own reward.
The fight for freedom was at its peak
everyone shouting in a shriek
Their anger rose in heights
greater than the blazing fire’s sprites.
Up and above the rant surmounted
leading to a violence in a tantamount.
unable to control the mobs move
the police entered into beating through
There was tear gas and shooting around
bringing about wounds and deaths in a bound.
How long could liberty be suspended?
Freedom was finally promulgated.
Did the people use it wisely is to be interrogated?
But that 
we hear is the freedom has been misused. .
It is going to be a nice day
he was saying to himself.
It would turn out to be fruitful
he was talking to himself.
It is going to win a fortune
he was goading himself.
It is all going to be
and the thought led himself .
He is living in a world of his own
not wanting to listen to the voice of reality
not interested to know what i
s happening
getting irritated if someone cross him
Well, that has been his way of doing
all through the years
not striking on things in hand
but groping for something far beyond.
Besides being careful
she was prompt
and most affable
being not a taunt.
Reaching her for help
getting to her for advice
was always possible
without any frantic tries.
An elegant figure of magnanimity
she was reasonable in her approach
being fully loaded with thoughts of amity
she greeted all.without rapproach.
Her sweetness was mistook by most.
by playing fool over her kind disposition
Knowing about it she foremost
withdrew from such moving to safe position.
The sharp acumen was her strong fold 
She was not gullible to other’s foolery.
She seated in a base of firm hold
kept a distance from such cheap revelry.
The night is chill
with wind to the fill
The cold is a kill
with the snow on the hill.
Waiting out till
expecting the car coming uphill.
Shivering in the cold still
thinking of the bills
that have to be paid without frills
Looking through the gate grill
saw a wind mill
with movements nil
There came flying a quill
falling 
down the window sill
With that the car came uphill
got in and went downhill
His rage and fury knew no bounds
as he shouted at everyone around
What for he was shouting? none knew not.
He was shouting with all his might at the lot.
The enrage and indignation had no meaning
They were an outcome of his demanding
Always making mole hill out of mountains.
Babbling throughout like an old fountain.
The people around were equally furious
Kept sober to keep peace was seen obvious
Controlling their emotions they moved away.
Telling him finally to mind his tongue all the way.
Now left alone he fumed and fretted
He was not accepted in circles much feted.
But was posted at a distance with a detest
Thus he lost his name in an acid test. 
Eating the mango with salt
was our favourite dine
adding little chilly would halt
any one that passed fine.
Mangoes hanging with a glossy hue
thick green when not ripe
golden-yellow when fully ripe in true
tasting delicious with a juicy wipe.
From childhood mangoes held me in sway
The bitter taste enslaved the tongue
and never missed eating one each day.
Raw ones had a special status in the rung.
The yellow fruits shimmered like gold.
Peeling off the skin so light and tender
and cutting the lascivious fruit in slices bold.
slipping one after one into the mouth forced a surrender.
Raw or ripe mangoes have a grip
Old or young men become slaves.
The mangoes are no more cheap
The desire to eat mangoes 
would last for ever .
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