Meenas Poems
Sharing with all
is a blessing
a feeling great
as to we have something
in the least to share
be it a dime or a poem
oh ! please do not come
to the thought
that my poem is worth
only a dime.though there is nothing
special in a way
Be it an experience
great and small
a thought
worthy or not
an idea valuable
or not
Share with all
and get the best of all.
The morning was beautiful
with plenty of sunshine
the appointment was early
and had to rush through
the morning chores.
As the time was nearing
popped into the car
with my husband on the wheels.
Got down on time
with people looking at me
in a curious note.
I greeted all with cheer
knowing not the reason for stare
while my friend came towards me
took me aside and told me
that I was with one ear stud.
Shocked and amused at the same time
I rushed back home
wore an alternate stud
went back to the appointment
This time also everyone stared at me
for a different reason of vanishing
for a while and then appearing again
showing no feelings met the person
who was not a millionaire or a country’s chief
one not from the material world
but from the external stratosphere
residing in a shrine.
Keeping asunder in a state
feeling delicate of late
had to take a plate
and move in a rate
in a queue who ate
the food with relish
heaping up in a finish
leaving none to have a least
making the feast
a mockery and a tease.
The house had a watch
an old man in his seventies
sat next to the gate
with a big stick
and a bigger iron rod
ready to attack with force
anyone who trespassed.
So he stood for an hour
then went round the house to monitor
came back and stood there
as before in a state ready
to charge the trespassers
all in one blow.
Standing for more than two hours
his tired legs gave way and he sank
on his stool stretching his legs.
As all things goes he felt sleepy
and before he could sit in comfort
his eyes closed firmly shunning the world.
A quarter of an hour later
the lady of the house came out
seeing the watch in deep slumber
opened her mouth to shout in anger
but his drooping figure with the stick
and rod in hand made her sad .
The next day she called the old man
who frightened to face the lady came trembling.
She looking kindly at him said with sympathy
that he could retire and be at home.
Reading his mind the lady said
his salary would be taken care off.
Rains come fast
Thunders with a blast
lightning with a cast
all come without a past
creating a toss
bringing about a farce
making men cross
and their actions harsh
well, where did i start?
Where am I now?
I have got away from the track
going into the crack
Oh! am I deviating from the path
making me a target of wrath.
No! i should step away
as I am getting in and out.
without any substance.
Rejuvenating the mind
refreshing the body
relaxing in a couch
reading a book
redefining life
rediscovering truth
reinforcing faith
recalling belief
reinstating cheer
refurbishing the old
recasting the synergy
reinstalling the energy
reuniting the divisive
resuming 
the hope
recovering the lost
resembling the divine
goes the world
in a reinventing motion.
Living in solitude
confined to himself all alone
became a recluse.
Living in multitude
interacting with every one
became over fused.
Saw a large eagle
perched high up
looking all around
with eyes burning
Well, down below
saw the sparrows
trembling with fear
squeaking incessantly.
Peeping through the window
saw a little sparrow lying half dead
with its wings fluttering
groaning in pain.
With the heavy heart
rushed out to bring the sparrow in
The eagle overtook me
and lifted it high above.
Nothing more to keep firm.
nothing else to hold intact.
So saying the lady
walked out in disdain
spilling out a displeasure
that had rocked her for years.
It is a truth that she was deprived.
Her patience has been tested.
Brooking no more of such deceit
she walked out with disdain
spilling out her displeasure.
that burnt her all these years.
Each word when recalled still pierces.
Each act when recollected still hurts.
Each move when remembered still deflects.
The lady walked out in disdain
spilling out the displeasure
that had wrecked her life all these years.
The walk of disdain would not stay calm.
The thought of anger would remain composed.
The feeling of loss would not keep long
All would bring out a tumultuous thunder
breaking the family into a pieced flounder
.
Cries in vain
shedding crocodile tears in slain.
grabs the main
Eats the pie
shells out not a pie
makes a pound.
Takes a pound
as interest towards the flesh
modern Shylock home.
Meenas Poems 