Meenas Poems

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The Little Master—Tendulkar.

Post author By meenas17
Post date November 13, 2013
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Hailing it as a shot

he being praised a lot

the ball goes over and above

with fours and sixes in the move

with the score rising high

he goes into striking never shy

the little master has broken all records

having done so with a great accord

Tendulkar all up for a retirement

would be praised for his achievement

the cricketing fraternity is thrilled to the core

while it would witness his last innings with a roar

that be the last day of his play

being November fourteen of 2013 in a say

as he would be remembered as the Grand Master

with the batting skill that could not be faster

Tags cricket, fours, last innings, Poem, retirement, sixes, Tendulkar

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Deciding not to talk
he took a walk
saw a lonely stalk
seated in a rock
standing away from its flock
it seemed to have a mental block
and was in a status locked
as it stared at him from the dock
he went forward and got knocked
by its grace which was in great stock
appreciating its tenacity without a mock
he went ahead chiming like a clock,

Tags Block, flock, lock, Poem, stalk, stock, walk

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My Worth.

The days I have lived

should it be fair enough to say

the years I have lived

that sounds good considering my age

have been spent on nothing I feel

having lived like a tree or plant

No! that would not be a befitting comparison

as they have given shade and yield

I have been through with no initiative

just eating and sleeping all through

doing nothing serious and practical

can I ascribe my existence to a stone?

Oh! that would not be a proper equation

as a stone has stood the test of times

remaining patient for centuries together

but I am worthless than a stone greatly

Well, did you say only now you have come to know

with a jeer and a smile in recognising my inability

Well, that mockery is not without relevance

as I had been all through irrelevant.

Tags Deliberation, existence, fruit, mock, Poem, Stone, tease, tree

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The Din From Karaikudi

The community is so small

but have claims very tall

with call

it comes out with the ball

that keep rolling in the fall

saying it with a shout from a hall

it then discards it from the knoll

that being the case in all

the community goes on with its move

distributing things for every occasions in a prove

while the dishes and vessels keep piling in a grove

the givers waiting for an opportunity to reciprocate with love

the takers having no option but to accept it somehow

the shops make hay over the community’s show

making huge revenue at one stroke in a row

the idea to give is to be appreciated with a glow

altering it a bit to give it to not those who have a flow

but to those who really need them should be the motto

Being seen in the areas down South of India in most

residing mainly around Karaikudi at the most

spending huge part of the revenue in marriages utmost

otherwise living below the required levels to full most

this community of Nagarathars spend extravagantly foremost

ignoring how much they spend visibly and invisibly on weddings i most.

Tags distribution, have nots., haves, Karaikudi, Nagarathars, obsession, Poem, South India

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Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity.

Post author By meenas17
Post date November 12, 2013
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Sweet are the uses of adversity

while adversity goes on with a diversity

the uses turn sour and become a gamble

making life hard and a struggle

giving a learning strong and sound

enabling one to face the music around.

Tags adversity, Bitter, Poem, sweet

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The Warmth As Felt

The luke warm silence irked

The tepid warmth galvanised.

The extra warmth scathed.

The continuous warmth flared.

Well, that has been the way warmth shows

pleasant, exhausted and tedious

causing a vulnerability to a suffering

a perspiration in the anvil

and a frothing in the process.

The warmth being allegorically referred

as though it is a cordiality in the offing

and an embrace in the flowing

but it is also a feeling of hotness

where the mind erupts gradually

directing towards an indifference

Tags exertion, Pleasant, Poem, tedious, warmth

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A lady Not Ordinary

Being a baby in mind
innocent and partly ignorant
she looked a great beauty
with a charm and cheer
hardly found in others
laughing with all happiness
never shedding tears
never showing fear
she lived a royal life
relaxed and refreshing
greatly keeping herself out
away from the routine squabbles
almost a person of large heart
embracing and extending love
with a kindness and greatness
that is rarely found among her peers
she be a lady of pride
and is a familiar figure across
with much repute and fame
that makes her appear tall
and illustrious in every call.

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A Feverish Consolidation

The mind became feverish

with the dizzy consolidation

affected greatly by the skirmish

that came up after a confrontation

breaking the jaw bone not in a diminish

going beyond the prescribed direction

getting well into the referred finish

then locking up inside with a conclusion

that being the absolute tarnish

there appeared the combination

that ended up with a blemish.

Tags blemish., consolidation, inducction, Poem, Way .

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The Monkey’s Prank

With our mind oscillating

and heart always palpitating

with thoughts always changing

and ideas always altering

aith our attention not focusing

and determination tottering

we mock at the monkey jumping

from tree to tree greatly doing

it is monkey’s tricks going by a saying

in association with inconsistency said with a jeering.

Tags hopping., inconsistency, jumping, Monkey, Poem, pranks

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A Grand Old Lady.

A lady I know
fat and plump she grew
dark and ordinary she looked
but she was hooked
unknowingly in a young age
by a man not a sage
but who was filled with vices
being faithful in her otherwise in ties
she lived a life with him
bearing his children not dim
all the seven were brought up
she having inherited wealth topped up
by revenue from her father’s estate
lived a regal life with her husband
who was a tom boyish but grand
a play boy but had status
earned not a single cent
but extended a kindly bent
remaining hospitable all through life
she supporting him in all his strife
while he was down and fallen sick
she nursed him with the loveliest care quick
having lost him now at the ripe years
she is mostly confined to the chair with tears
counting her days to get away
having gone through the full circle in a sway.