Meenas Poems
He was called an ass
and a mule in a clash
as he is prone to lash
every other person in a flash
striking all with a bash
grinding his teeth in a gnash
he be thrown into the trash
as he be not fit to live in grass
being a person rash
has to be dashed
and condemned not as ass
as ass has a grace
that of an ignorant face
he should be forcefully chased
and rendered homeless without base.
It was at the spur of the moment
the mind subjected to torment
not able to contain the emotion
burst out angrily without a stutter
cursing and swearing the harm doer
beating the heart in a violent behaviour
crying out that she has lost all things in life
for which she had worked all in strife
she then swooned in utter dismay
falling back in a confused array
listening to her one felt sympathy
as understood every one had an empathy
nothing they felt could make her come out
as she had been beaten throughout
her patience was under test
high time she took a decision best
that would pull her out of the dejection
and set her in the path to progression
that be the worthy known wisdom
as she has to end
the doldrums.
Speeding like a hare
jumping like a monkey
crawling like a tortoise
hopping like a frog
loitering like a cow
kicking like a donkey
galloping like a horse
moving like a cat
running like a dog
oh ! doing everything like animals
the man, another animal
but with reason
behaved antisocial
destroying all things
dismantling other things
debugging the lines
eavesdropping through the gap
peering through the keyhole
sneaking through the open door
hiding behind the cupboard
sniffing through the window
finally escaping through the court-yard
being 
a man tall and lanky
worser than all the animals quoted
behaving with shame and disdain
Well! he be the rich man over there
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The stream flows over
ebbing and etching out
with the fish climbing over
jumping and hopping out
while the birds come flying over
descending in a slow move all out
as the tide goes up and down
so do the fish go in and out
the birds look straight down
trying to catch their bait out
attempting once or twice with a frown
they capture the fish all in a slow down
with that done they fly into the clouds.
The world would remember Mandela
he being a life-like Cinderella
who came from nowhere
saw the atrocities over there
fought for the rights of his men ever hard
imprisoned for years together in a ward
not giving up hope or cheer
exercising his rapport with no fear,
braving the ignominy and punishments
endured all with a smile and an adjustment
with his cause being in the forefront
strove for the uplifting of his people not for stunt
he being no fairy tale being like Cinderella
but made of blood and stuff was Mandela
like the imaginary figure who crossed all metes and bounds
becoming a Princess of great charm and fame as found
this legend emerged as a leader and a champion of the apartheid
getting their rights and freedom with a gusto and determination in a deal.
Living in a place where I am known
gives a pain and a trial unknown
setting a very uneasy tone
Seeing someone who has done harm
tends to induce a disquieting calm
that forces me to lose my charm.
Relocating at this part of life being hard
I have to safely play the card
and move on in life with a big nod.
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Having not found anyone to my liking
I wander like a solitary reaper in the world
as I find none talk truth and reason
do not blame me for what I am
as I love honesty and sincerity
I find none to that highest level
I profess and practise what I feel
that becomes a lack of interest to most
as they say that I am a useless person
unwilling to go with worldly ways
and a difficult one to tag with.
as I see none to my liking
they also fit to me to their dislike
with that goes my life in this world
almost lonely and away from the crowd
that arouses a feel that I should not have been born
an exact estimate of me from me primarily.
Great be the uses of diversity
as there grows an affinity
being its reach a clear infinity
up goes its intensity
with a lively enchantment
as things different causes an enhancement
growing with a strong involvement
that be the reason for a statement
that great be the uses of diversity,
My grand mother told me
many lovely stories
understood or not
I nodded my head.
My grandmother told me
many lively experiences
liked it or not
I nodded my head.
My grand mother told me
many useful medicines
assimilated it or not
I nodded my head
My grandmother kept on saying
I paid no attention
I did not give importance
but kept nodding my head.
My grandmother is dead
I really do not know anything
No one is there to guide me
my head goes on nodding
Money makes one wealthy
it makes one prosperous
taking the person to heights imperious
while people go around him merrily.
The money plays a role
creating a halo around the head
that shines magnificently at all poles
lending a brightness similar to a tone red.
With red we come to an alert
telling that money gives an authority
more of a great excellence and a curt
that releases a head strong audacity.
The red also go to signify a corrupt
that of a rare distinctive curb
thinking money could buy without disrupt
posting an indecent blurb.
The power that money bestows on the haves
has made out of them a destructive trash
behaving most callously and indomitably harsh
that way it shatters the harmony of the earth in a flash.
Meenas Poems 