Meenas Poems

The Old Stool

Tired of standing for long
sat on a bench nearby.
It was old but looked strong
so without thinking sat on it.
Had a comfortable time for an hour
then unable to bear my weight for long
it started to give way.
It creaked and groaned
unmindful I sat on it in pretty gay.
It gave the next signal with a sound
Still I carried on with my own will.
Not able to tolerate me anymore
it split into two with a bang.
dropping me down on th ground
lay I still there for few moments
then collected myself together
pulling my legs and feet first
then gathering my hand and head
got up with great strain
and walked off with a visible limp
down the lane to everybody’s view.

Tags creaks, groans., Poem, stool

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Forgetful I Am

Of late I am succumbing to forgetfulness
thinking of something while doing another thing
has become a way of my life nowadays
that keeps me off the memory track now and then.
Once looked upon for strong memory
while my friends dubbed it as very cruel
now I am at the mercy of my memory
trying to recollect with lot of pains
but if I pass anyone who smiles at me
I proceed with a big grin and bigger nod
If some other comes near and talks
i am at a loss as my grin gives out very quickly.
I make up the whole thing pretending to know them
and talk generally about weather and place
thus escaping from the incorrigible forgetfulness
that has seized me in the recent days.

Tags forgetfulness, grin, late, Memory, nod, Poem, recent

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The Little Pansy

The lovely little pansy
peeps through the daffodils
calling you to see her
reminding you of her presence.
Mostly she goes unnoticed in the garden
as she is surrounded by flowers
which bear grandeur and fame

Tags fame, grandeur, Nature, pansy, Poem

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A Routine Unlikely.

There being a strain of running here and there
driving up in the morn
coming down in the evening
with a light lunch in between
walking through the whole area
while the sun is shining bright
right over the head letting out a scorch
engaging in picking up loose fruits
then counting the bigger ones
overseeing that they be loaded without any miss
going behind the lorry to the weigh bridge
getting the fruits weighed properly
returning to follow the same routine.
Well, this has been happening for the past few years
sapping the energy and draining the health
leaving me a faint fatigued being
I am now a ghost of what I had been earlier
looking tired and sun burnt with lifeless eyes

Tags energy, Poem, Routine, sun burnt.

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Bereft Of Heritage.

Living in a land of tradition
where orthodoxy is adamant
where now there is a mild diffusion
encumbering the values and culture
invigorating the beliefs and faith
proves to be anything suffocating.

The land is going through a transition
where there is going to be a confrontation
leading to a definite collision
which would cause a pandemonium
and loss that would escape calculation
making the land bereft of heritage.

Tags bereft, collision, Heritage, Poem

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Experience over Research.

In all likelihood
there is going to be rain
said the weather forecast.
while my grand old man
in his eighties firmly refutes saying
that in all impossibility
there would be not a drop of rain.
Whom to believe?
I stay sullen
My grand old man
has once again proved right
there was not a single drop of rain
anywhere nearby.

Tags Experience, Poem, Water

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Do You know?

$math-05$ Do you know addition?
I asked a six-year-old.
She smiled at me
looking at me funnily.
Thinking she does not know
went on to ask
if she is familiar with the tables.
Breaking into laughter
posing a mischievous smile
she said additions and tables are for the old
manual and doing it by rote are not her way.
saying She brought to me sheets of arithmetic
taught by the Kumon method
I could not make head or tail of it
as I belong to the old school
where maths is taught with fun
counting with beads in kindergarten
with the carry over and carry forward
with a borrower and a lender
with speed and time, ratio and proportion
with measurements and distance
all in one go
right from class one upwards
we went in a steady flow
slowly and steadily assimilating everything in school
where none other activity or coaching became essential.

Tags kumon, maths., Poem

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The New -Born

The new-born cries
seeing the world perhaps
knowing fully well of the corruption
understanding the greed
counting the scathing remarks
noticing all things done improperly
The baby would cry even more
and hope it would not stop
if it sees the other atrocities
that rule the world blasphemous
sealing it to a devastation.

Tags atrocities, cries, new- born, Poem

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Mystery

Post author By meenas17
Post date July 25, 2013
1 Comment on Mystery

The river flows into the ocean
know not where the ocean flows
in the end.

Tags flow, Ocean, Poem, River

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Night Life

The twinkling stars race across the sky.
The full moon stands steadfast shining bright
as the darkness envelopes the clear blue sky
rendering a coolness different from the day bright.
With the night setting in slowly in the sky
the birds gradually retreat into their nest
and the animals sluggishly lie down for rest
man gets on his night life in a grand old bar.
When every living being gets back into the cool
man gets into the much burning liveliness
losing his energy and health in a pub
boozing merrily and watching dancing dames.
Quixotic is man deviating from the proclaimed precepts
thinking high of himself but stoops much low than his counterparts.