Meenas Poems

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A Meet And A Tale.

Met one of my friend yesterday

She was talking to me all through the day.

Telling me of her experiences good and bitter

where the worst exceeded the better

feeling sad for what has gone through

she felt totally let out true.

Having gone through such periods

she could not resist any more tedious

as she has suffered very greatly

with people pulling her down unexpectedly

desperate she sounded and angry she was

knew not how to console her as she saw a loss.

A year ago she asked a reference

being a close relative of mine in defence

I could not spill out the beans

but told her in subtle means

which she never took it serious

finally it turned sour and ominous.

Yesterday she told me the tale of woe

felt sorry for having taken my words so low

said that the relative behaved so badly

being very cheap and miserly.

and she also incurred monetary shortfall

which remains unclaimed in a call

Tags Experience, Poem, Sad

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OIL Palm _Haiku.

Small berries together

go to make a fruit

called oil palm.

Being orangish black

they shine like black gold

bringing great gain.

Heavy and husky

weighing well over with density

oily and lascivious.

Dotting the equator

are Malaysia, Indonesia and Borneo

home to palms.

Many do engage

growing oil palm in hectares

earning revenues high.

Being great spinner

of money and oil together

oil palm proves resourceful.

Tags fruit, oil, palm, Poem

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A Discourage

Nothing much to manage

seeing only damages

all around in stages

went across to rummage

the items to gauge

what is inside in ranges

could find nothing in the storage

only few things in the page

that were left out in a wage

got totally discouraged

threw everything in a rage

walked away in a daze.

Tags damage., discourage, Poem, stage, wage

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The Sound Of The Bell

The bell rings

not from the church

not from the temple.

The bell rings incessantly

not an alarm

not a phone .

The bell rings with great sound

neither from the fire brigade

nor from the city tower.

The bell rings violently

it being a call

it being a siren.

The bell chimes vehemently

warning everyone to hide

hurrying all to go underground.

The bell’s sound

takes various cues

whilst this rings fear.

Tags bell, chimes, Fear, Poem, rings

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A Day Or Two Ago.

A day or two ago

heard a story of long ago

when men used to work manually

with no electricity to help them

and no other gadgets to assist them.

getting up early in the morn

walked to the place of work

with meals wrapped in leaves

toiled the whole day

and had complete rest in the evening

with no other distractions

except the weekly fair

and the street dramas enacted

then and there with songs

without any orchestra

only the drum and the conch

that lent the beats

They were healthy and robust

eating all natural food mostly raw

vegetables fresh from the farm

supplemented by fruits and grains .

Their life was easy and lovely

and they did live long

passing at the right age

as no medical facilities prevailed

facilitating a prolong and an extension

perhaps it was an intentional

giving way to the next generation

Tags ago, facilities., fruits, generation, intention, long, meals, Medical, men, Poem, raw, story

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Sixty Years Memories

Living long has its own fall backs

that too after sixty it s a tedium

living most of the time alone

while the husband and wife keep staring

there arises a vacuum very emphatic

and if the man falls sick

the wife tends the husband

but never could she expect that

if she gets ill and lies in bed.

That being the untold verdict

of the community at large

where the male chauvinism

reigns supreme and great

however exhausted she be

has look after the chores

Getting away from this earthly being

very much before you turn sixty

seems appropriate and wonderful

as you are saved from illness

and the much condemned loneliness

I can hear the advice of many

bidding to get involved in service

which again needs a healthy frame

and a stamina sane

which again leads to the vicious .

Die before you turn sixty or even ahead

as you would not be a burden to anyone

the least to yourself.

Tags Age, before, die., Poem, service. stamina., sixty

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Betty’s Treaty

She has an eye for beauty.

likes things pretty

treasures them in her kitty

goes on hunting for nicety

keeps on buying them in density

preserves them with an intensity

cherishes them with an affinity

her name is Betty

and she looks dainty

Tags Beauty, Betty, nicety., Poem, pretty.

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The Confluence Of People

Having been with the crowd for long

participating in every event

with a full mind at times

and half mindedly most times

going by the rules of the community

and respecting the call of the elders

have now decided to get away from the commitments

as it brings with it nothing desirable

a bag of gossip and a container of comments

good or bad depending on the subject

mostly biased all throughout

a sequence that had brought heart burns

and a confluence that lands us in unwanted trouble

sitting there pretty well for a long time

but in the end getting meaningless messages

which lack authenticity and prudence

mostly turning out to be a bug bear

and a convention releasing no joy.

The confluence of people unlike that of rivers

stage a dim spectacle of irrational exchange.

Tags confluence., Festivals, functions, Poem

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Having been through life in a most different way
just looking after my work with dedication
had no time to see what was going around
as being cast in such a sphere had no inclination
as to get through and beat the competitors
but natural as it seemed I came above them every day
unknowingly I became a butt of their anger
by ruse they denied every share of my right.
I went about with a tempered attitude at times
while most occasions burst out in a fury.
Neither my anger nor my placidity paid dividends
as I lost the entire share to those who played foul.
Years passed and I grew out of it with much difficulty
but now my children in their lighter moments
make fun of me saying with cheer and humour
that I never knew to ask anything on time
and could never achieve the rightful portion
Their jocular remarks do hurt me great
I ruefully disdain my attitude and disposition
feeling great for the loss because of my nature
the loss in turn finds a reflection in their life too
as the wealth would have passed on to them as by natural law.

Tags cherish, feel, moment, Poem, remarks, tease

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The Strength Of Water.

Rivers flood falling into the sea.
The sea in turbulence sweeps to the land.
The land stagnates and gets drowned hopelessly.
The water drags everything live and dead into the sea.