Meenas Poems
An inch given liberally directs to a yard taken forcefully
A slight relaxation in principles leads to a violent sweep,
A little mistake in calculations brings out a huge lapse,
A careless slip in driving renders a ghastly accident,
As always small becomes big while big assumes a monstrous sight
So it goes a tiny pinch rolls out a sizeable bite which reinforces an amazing seize.
Down goes the gold price,
Down goes the silver price,
Down goes the oil price,
Down goes the stock price,
Inflation alone goes directly up commonly.
It is something very peculiar,
It is something very puzzling,
It is something very unnerving,
It is something very touchy,
Inflation alone goes rightly up undisturbed.
The economy of U.S .is bewildering,
The economy of Greece is dwindling,
The economy of U.S is masquerading,
The economy of India is depleting,
Inflation alone goes firmly up altogether
There is a whirlwind in some parts,
There is a storm in certain areas,
There is a flood in a particular place,
There is an earthquake in a specific territory,
Inflation alone goes steadily up everywhere.
Red roses and yellow poppies toss in the air,
The white jasmine and pink lotus dazzle over,
The wet green grass and the hedges shine across,
A pleasant fragrance slides and engulfs the environ.
The Camphor trees and Benzoin trees stand erect,
The Mango and Neem trees spread their branches,
The Coconut and Palmyra tree grow upright,
A scintillating fragrance flips out and embraces the environ.
The atmosphere thus weighs heavily with aroma,
Pleasing the nostrils and embalming the mind,
Rejuvenating the spirit and filling up the heart,
The fragrance brings out a significant joy.
Now
Smoke from vehicles and fire cling close,
Dust and fumes create a suffocating choke,
Bothering the lungs and the respiratory track,
A carbon emission that needs to be condemned.
Modern trend is to inhale impure air,
Trees ,flowers and hedges are relics of the past,
The pale dry brown has overwhelmed the lively shining green,
Paving way to a stifling ,strangling disaster.
Tight schedules hold us all the way,
Programmes keep us busy every day,
Activities make us cramped all day,
Timeline governs us in a sway.
What to do keeps us in a fold
How to proceed makes us bold,
Letting us sweat out in cold,
Making us look haggard and old.
Flaws and foibles push us to the core,
Trials and tribulations take us to the shore,
Enforcing a frustrated motion all the more,
Inciting a desperate feeling never felt before.
Timeline is truly a fixed deadline,
Queuing everything in the mainline,
Nothing can be achieved in the byline,
Casting a likelihood of a devastating shine.
The slithering snake causes a fear,
As it hisses and heaves in the rear,
Pushing out its tongue in a ghastly cheer,
The snake moves stealthily over the steer.
Gliding across the sandy trowels,
The serpent sheds its skin in the shovels,
It effortlessly races ahead of all levels,
Gobbling the frog in an unexpected shrivel.
The caught shudders and wrenches,
Unaware of its fate in the trenches,
The other frogs jump over the bunches,
Forcing an escape from the serpent’s clutches.
Serpents, if beaten ,cast a spell,
As the Hindu mythology tries to tell,
It rings an unbelievable bell,
Blind faith ,at times , creates a hell.
Man excels in vile and vices,
His moves enunciate sizzling guises
His talks elaborate biting dices,
His motives deliver evil exercises
His remarks inflict bloody bruises,
His behaviour reflects strangling devices,
Breaking the most innocent to pieces,
Shattering the most gentle to glitches,
Forcibly dumping the most beautiful into horrible ditches.
Defying Nature is irreverence,
Beware Of nature’s wrath
Destroying Nature is transgression,
Fear Nature’s fury,
Deriding Nature is sacramental,
Keep away from Nature’s anger.
Nature has its own way,
Care and destruction occur in a sway,
Remitting a fondle and a raid,
Extending an embrace and a tirade,
Holding up the righteous and good,
Deleting the indecorous and bad.
Nature has its own way,
Dealing with ailments in a fray,
A leaf dispels upsets in a quickness,
A shrub dismisses pain in a raciness,
A bark disproves strain in a firmness,
Curing all setbacks without a suspense.
Nature has its own way,
Revenging the teasers in a day,
Ravages the land with indignation,
As it enacts a river’s spate,
As it fumes into a volcanic irate
As it devours all
in a stormy agitate
Can we not think about others?
Can we not feel for others?
Can we not help others?
Can we not love others?
Can we not ,can we not?
The heart cries with a vibrance.
Is it not sad to see a flower wither?
Is it not painful to look at a tree rot?
Is it not desperate to view a parched earth?
Is it not wrenching to watch an animal suffer?
Is it not frustrating to witness a man die?
Is it not , is it not?
The heart wails with despair.
Do everyone feel the same manner?
Do all experience the same way?
Do most pass through same passage?
Do the majority go through the cycle?
Do they ,do they?
The heart mourns in anguish
A little consideration takes you a long way,
A little patience leads you to 
happiness,
A little feeling brings in joy
A little love endorses a loveliness,
A little , A little,
The mind cheers up the heart.
Heard a smashing noise ,
A violent slash it was,
Thud ,thud it sounded,
Lo , there was a bang,
A loud squeak emanated,
A sharp shriek was heard,
There was a blast,
A fall ,a collapse resulted,
The beautiful tree came down,
It tumbled flat on the ground,
A sordid sight indeed!
A ghastly scenario really!
A terrible blow truly!
A vicious strike exactly!
Finally a miserable fall absolute.
That which stood royal an hour ago,
Lies down biting the dust poorly now,
That which yielded fruits and nuts,
Is a mound of rubbish at present,
That which gave shade and strength,
Relays a heap of broken twigs now,
That which was a cynosure to all eyes,
Seems like an eyesore now,
That which was a thing of beauty,
Looks like an empty distraction now,
Illustrating the transitoriness,
Underlining the fleeting of life,
Denoting the impermanence,
Yes, anything born has to die.
It is a grand place forsaken ,
Countered by hot and arid weather,
A glimpse of the ruins lying in mounds,
Grips the heart to an untold melancholic sound..
The ornate and frescoes lay exposed,
Scorching sun and dusty wind damage,
Intermittent rains and unmindful use destroy,
The massive structures look weird and poor like a broken toy.
The lovely porches and patios,
Once avenues of hospitality and gaiety
Stand as remnants of past glory,
Covered with mites and insects in a hurry.
The courtyards long and extensive,
Once a hotspot of revelry and weddings,
Remain as ghosts of their self in hay days,
Encouraging a growth of moss and shrubs in a lay.
The doors with elaborate designs,
Speak volumes of the happenings ,
Now stay shut under lock and key,
Effacing the memories of the mighty deed in a flee.
The huge heavy gigantic keys,
Made a clatter while opening the doors,
Now rarely seen as there are none,
Wishing to get in and out for fun.
The pillars of wood and stone,
Exhibit colours blue ,brown and black,
Seem to talk about the rich heritage,
In a tone mild succumbing to the ravage.
The locked mansions remain in dark,
They hold large wealth behind the doors,
Enticing the thugs to loot the bounty
Leaving the rightful owner in penury.
The land is a home to philanthropists
Its speciality is food and culture,
The marvellous relics are now ruins,
Casting a disenchantment and despair fluent.
Meenas Poems 