Meenas PoemsThe small and small adjustments
go to make big and big 
achievements
whether it be in life
or might be in strife
a little give and take
just for peace sake
give us a life full of harmony
which is the best money
one would win over
leading to a life blissful
and to a grace delightful
Great be her kindness
going in an outflow
that becomes overwhelming
with an act of mercy
that being one of great rendition
covering the whole extension
holding two tiny fingers
lifting them up with cheer
whose cheeks look dry
with the eyes expressing no life
and body with protruding bones
embracing him with love
she takes the child home
knowing no
t whose child he be
nurses him with all care
feed him and bathes him
with the days going by
he becomes a robust child
healthy and cheerful
Well, that be her reward
better than any recognition
national or international.
Talking all in terms of goodness
doing acts not with the fullness
taking things with great easiness
leaving them to work at their own pace
not wanting to see and face
those who did and do harm in close
keeping away from them in a choose
been his way all throughout
yet he claims to be shrewd in and out
if that be so I have my own doubt
about quick 
wit and right decision
he is a man of his own creation.
A man who talks good
who does good
who writes good
who reads good
who lives good
who buys things good
who is all good
a personification of good
had one choice not good
married to a woman not good.
The day’s activities be it great or ordinary
takes one in a series of affectation extraordinary
that of unexpected calls in time not proper
that of interruptions at moments improper
gives a startling feel in a duration short
envisaging a criteria in a sort
have to go through them in a dumb spell
as if nothing amiss has happened in a tell
lest the day gets rolled in a disfavour
as the errands halt without a vigour.
then comes a fall back and stoppage
the day gets paralysed with an entourage
the day-to-day schedule getting deferred
with a salvation not found in the buffer.
The political scenario is going amuck
with the leaders all making duck
as the country getting stuck
and its progress sucks
there being a temporary halt
and a back step towards fault
creating a confusion in a default
therein the prosperity gets shadowed
while the nation becomes less endowed
with nothing to take pride off
as everything graceful has fallen off
contributing to the downfall of the nation
leaving itbroken and torn without conviction.
Hate not anyone cries my soul
Lo! my mind always plays the foul
as it sends a silent growl
accompanied by a scorn and howl
finally the soul gets bowled
as the mind triumphs over in the toll
The controversy ranges so extensive
one that works out very intensive
where the mind rules out a flexibility
the spirit calls for an adjustment strategy
finally it is the mind that gains
as the spirit retreats in a deign.
The edge over the mind over the soul
being one of reason on the whole
where the soul being subjected to compassion
the mind overtakes in its action
finally it is the mind that holds the flag
as the soul is forced to get behind in a lag.
The great evil being done on earth
being that of dearth
abusing the soil in filth most
throwing things unmindful on the host
delivering a stench and stink
turning the earth beyond any think.
The greater evil being caused to world
being one in a fold
where crimes rise
up in hoards
releasing a conviction on board
inciting an unpleasantness and crumble
converting the world into a tumble.
The greatest evil being caused to all
that of a great fall
where people strike with or without cause
taking the power not in a farce
inducing an unruliness and aggressiveness
locking the people to a grievance
Had a hope that everything would go well
so went about her way quite normal
thinking of her plans and execution precise
she was drafting her proposals concise
with a drawing up done meticulously
she progressed in her work with a hope
that it would not allow her to slope
with that she want ahead in style
but suddenly there was a scene vile
that shattered her will to a collapse
a status which fell into a relapse
going by the directions so long
feeling high and great in a belong
now standing rudderless in a stage
where things have gone against her in a wage
she is now in a no man’s island
deliberating on issues out of hand
She being upset and desperate
remained baffled and was irate
fell on her knees and 
prayed to God
requesting him to relieve from fraud,
Finding fault is his way
that has been all the days
whether it be necessary
whether it be derisive
he goes on pin pointing
with not declining
anything in the role
looking through a hole
which shows only demerits
he gives all less credits
telling that it is his right
talking 
to the face straight
making others quiver in anger
he rants out with allegations danger
that at times jumps beyond and over
causing a malicious feel and lowers
the respect one bores for him all over.
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