Meenas PoemsThe rightful trend is to be liberal,
Freedom in mind and speech,
Freedom in thought and action,
Freedom in choice and admission,
Freedom in juxtaposition,
Freedom in expression,
Freedom in disposition,
Freedom in exposition,
Freedom in implication,
Freedom 
in impression,
Freedom in appreciation,
Freedom in critical evaluation,
Freedom in trade and transaction,
Freedom in relaxation,
Freedom in perception,
Ensuing an emphatic liberation.
Counting is difficult for a child,
Accounting becomes hard for the rich,
Yet the child has to do it mild,
And the rich have to set right all sides,
The little one learns it in a testy ride,
The wealthy settle the accounts all wide,
The ascending and descending orders collide,
The accounted and unaccounted generally divide,
The kid ,as time passes ,gets along with the tide,
The affluent ,as practice goes, succeed in the hide,
The innocence assimilate the lesson with a guide,
The imperious amass wealth without a slide.
The child acquires knowledge with the aid,
The rich hoard money also with the aid.
Study and fortune revolve round in a lovely glide.
Fatigue overtakes one at a time,
Exhaustion dissolves all in a mime,
Dissolution dissipates every cheer to a dime,
Pulling the mind away from the prime.
I wonder,
How life goes about all day?
Invigorating a few most times,
Intimidating most at times,
Provoking a struggle all times,
I wonder,
I keep on wondering,
I would wonder till I die.
Well, Death is another wonder,
Snatching 
the young at times,
Leaving the old many times,
Saddening all, all the times,
I wonder,
I keep on wondering,
I would wonder till I die.
Running through the winding way,
Negotiating through the jerky turns all the way,
Neglecting the ups and downs in the fray,
I dashed head over heels in an exhaustive sway,
To find my treasure lost in the deep bay,
Did you get it ? you say,
I shake my head implying a “nay”,
What did you lose ? you bray,
My mind, my mind ,I crave.
The days of youth are fun,
As we are always in the run,
Once we are up on a tree,
We sing aloud in a total free.
The days of adulthood are little less fun,
As we have to move about in a slower run,
Once we are in the mid tree,
We deliberate on things not totally free.
The days of mid age are least fun,
As we have to check out our run,
Once we are on the lower tree,
We work on the responsibilities almost unfree.
The days of old age are never a fun,
As we have to stop our run,
Once we are beneath the tree,
We count the days when we would be set free.
Mind you it is another day,
Not different from any day,
Mind you it is a usual wake up,
Not very different from other get ups.
Mind you it is going about the normal way,
Buying grocery at the sub way,
Holding a while in the mad traffic,
Exhausting the energy quick.
Mind you it is another page of your life,
Quickly turned reflecting the hurried strife,
It is a fresh leaf out in the lease,
Cautiously straightened for a release.
Mind you age rolls out in brisk speed,
Withering the face to a wrinkled seed,
Customs break the beauty to an antique calm,
Sagging muscles detonate the exuding charm.
Mind you life flows on like a river,
Years move on in a quiver,
Bringing cheer and sadness together,
Well, that is how another day gathers.
It is back to the old place,
Back to the usual pace,
Back in the familiar space,
Back into the monotonous race.
All things have a back side,
All time has a back tide,
All levels have a back ride,
All steps have a back slide.
Going back home is a pleasant return,
Reading back is a historical learn,
Falling back is a miserable spurn,
Back to the original is never a possible turn.
A firm backing lands all in a glamorous zone,
Backing detects in all an infirm tone,
An undue backing for is precarious prone,
Backing also deletes in all an individualistic own.
Well, getting back to the prescribed text,
It is a back up of all the zest,
Restoring the faculties to the best,
Reaffirming the convictions to a test.
It is back to the regular day,
It is back to the formal say,
It is at times a strenuous slay,
But it is 
always an indefatigable way.
It is blue deep blue.
Water in a beautiful hue,
Waves rolling out without a clue,
Kissing the shore with an amorous cue.
Winding goes the long drive,
Bends come in a notation live,
The mighty ocean rises in a strive,
Breathing out an awe in a thrive.
Intermittent bays appear on the way,
Scintillating scenery hold us in a sway,
The huge trees stand in the fray,
Expressing a magnificence all the way.
The hills slopes up and down,
A little steep and brown.
The eucalyptus grows in a lanky throng,
Enhancing the charm to an ecstatic song.
Down goes the road at times,
Up climb
s the path at times,
Presenting an enticing scenario all times,
Lifting us to a lofty frenzy most times.
Great be those who mock at others,
Greater be those who humiliate others,
Greatest be those who provoke others .
Great ,greater and greatest be not your call.
Small be those who respect others,
Smaller be those who consider others,
Smallest be those who love others,
Small ,smaller, smallest be your call.
Wealthy be those who make money ,
Wealthier be those who mint money,
Wealthiest be those who print money,
Wealthy , wealthier, wealthiest be not your call.
Poor be those who are reliable
Poorer be those who are honorable,
Poorest be those who are impeccable,
Poor, poorer, poorest be your call.
Distinctions go by your extrinsic status
Never by your intrinsic status,
Following is by your escalated status,
Never by your enhanced status.
Never be cowed down by deceit,
Never be tamed down by illicit,
Ever hold pride as upbeat,
Ever hold value as discreet.
Thus let your living go,
Thus let your practice go,
Thus let your life have a gentle flow,
Thus let you shine with a steady glow.
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