Meenas Poems

A Likely Man.

He being least bothered
gets on his way uninterrupted
as many know he would not stop
or listen to what others talk
having been on his own for long
paying attention to none all along
doing everything as he wishes
going to places whenever he feels
having a cabinet of men to work for him
investing in stocks and shares
buying properties and commodities
reading books and seeing pictures
undergoing a disciplined life on his own
not troubling anyone at any time
and not liking to be troubled too.
Such people are rare to find nowadays
as all would like to poke their nose
smelling something great and juicy
that would keep them engaged for another day.

Tags bothered, lovable, nowadays, Poem

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Nothing At All

Having done lot of home work
checking page by page in diligence
doing a thorough search from desk
jotting down the variation with reference
trying to align the details to the best
straining all through the hours tirelessly
has taken lot of energy from the body in test
leaving the mind berserk and shoddy endlessly
giving a jolt to the physique
and a set back traumatic.
Well, that has been my way of life
slogging and shunting all through
for nothing at all personally
only for the sake of pride generally

Tags endlessly, home work, Poem, tirelessly

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Curtains Down

Reading the script again and again
the actor looked clueless
To make him understand it was written again
still the actor remained clueless.
The writer could not get it again
so went in search for another none the less.
There did not end the problem again
It started off differently nevertheless
Searching led to serious hunting again
while listing an actor became a hunt tireless.
Going on and on in a movement again
the script lost its originality more or less.
Then came the curtains down without enacting.

Tags curtain, lost, Poem, script

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Song Of Praise And Love.

With what little she could spare
she shared it with others.
With what much she could help
she gave it to others.
With what enough she held
she gifted to others.
With how much happiness she received
she passed on to others.
She did not gather much wealth
She was not in her pink of health.
She was all with smile
She extended cordiality to all without fail.
Such women go unhonored
Such women die unnoticed.
To them I would like to sing
a song of praise and love.

Tags Poem, smile, woman.

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The Night And Morn

Sauntering through the world of dreams
where everything seems to be fantastic
with pride and joy gathering in a beam
where nothing creates anything agnostic
she sleeps through the night in a gleam.

Come morning she has to face the real
where everything appears to be drastic
with duty and work leading to an original
where all things are weighed by a yardstick
she passes the day with absolute trial.

Tags Day, dream, night, Poem, Trial

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Eyes Tell Us.

Looking into one’s eyes
with a straight gaze
gets into the lies
if there is any base
telling more of the ties
with a firm trace
evolving into a try
knowing more in a quick
entering into a buy
finally seeing through the trick
thus concluding it is a blatant lie.

Tags Eyes, lies, Poem, tell, Truth

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Posing Great.

Having taken away the major
they pretend to be just and great
saying that it is a wager
trying to talk high and inflate
their cause to an extensive a range
besetting a vulnerable target fine
boosting their morale to heights strange
polishing it as much to shine
knowing not polishing would wear out
showing the real stature all too soon.

Tags Great, Poem, posing

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Facing Struggle.

Having known her for long
understood her plight
as she had a struggle prolong
which she took it very light
went with it in a belong
keeping herself in corners tight
getting on with life all along
avoiding everybody’s curious sight

Tags Poetry, Sight, struggle. face

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Fighting Life.

Looking through the glasses.
Getting the images in traces.
Going through in phases.
Reaching out in chases.
Crossing over in braces.
Has been so in many cases.
Well,that is how life choses
dragging the people through crosses.

Tags Life, Poem, struggle

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Counting And Checking.

A day of going through accounts
with every penny being counted
every expense being entered.
Then adding them up together
checking the balance
finding variations in books
and in cash in hand
went on once again to total
tracking few errors
checked once again the cash
till not able to tally both
again started to add up
Oh! how many times I have to do
I really do not know
either I would have forgotten some transaction
or I should be a muff and dull headed
going wrong in basic additions.
Feeling greatly for memory loss
and lack of skill in addition .
With aging memory fails
learning too becomes an impossibility.