Meenas PoemsThe noblest of all human
does live among us
it is hard to find the man
who dwells with us.
He might be one among many
but with distinct stress.
He might look like any
but has a unique crush.
He might sound familiar
but has an authority fresh.
How to find that man?
is the question that rushes
Well try to locate the man
with a powerful press.
Finding the superb man
would lead you to a gush.
Dreams come true they say
but i never could say so.
As I go on dreaming day after day
nothing has turned real in a show.
Does this happen only to me? I wonder
if at all they come out true I ponder
I would rise up and fly in the skies
like the lovely roaming fairies.
Dreaming every night as I sleep
I get up suddenly and peep
finding nothing amazing
I sit silent and gazing.
Well, dreams do give a fill
a satisfaction and a
thrill
With little brains
and big talk
With little thought
and big word
With little understanding
and big nod
he goes ahead.
Thinking too much
whence he knows nothing.
Acting too great
whence he behaves silly.
Speaking too high
whence he is empty headed
he crosses over.
That be he
who feels he is a genius
and a scholar
gregariously chattering
with gesticulations funny
and speech incoherent
he lives as such.
That being he
with a slant perception
and a scant discretion
making mountains of mole hill
creating a sensation piquant.
living with a feigned glow.
That is he
the man who you all know
who crosses the road
who takes the seat next to you
and who smiles at you with familiarity
and who jumps high in vain
who lives with halo around
.
Reacting for every other thing
retorting for all other thing
blocking that which darts
repudiating that which acts
has been his way of life.
Finding fault is his strength
Pointing the mistake is his bent.
Passing comments is his lend.
Talking ill is his fend
and this has been his way of life.
The man prospers and thrives
Lives on other people’s vice.
Professing a face nice
walks around in size
Well this is how he lives his life.
The thought of setting things right
The mood to straighten them right
The feeling to get out of the mess right
has slowly left her in the moment right.
Making things work with discipline right.
Taking things forward without any pull back right.
Has taken her toll all through the years right.
and the inkling to end up with a success has left her right.
B
earing taunts and criticism she worked right.
Ignoring the tease and mockery she went ahead right.
Beaten up badly she tried to reassure right
but now the intention to hold things together has left her right.
Treated like a slave all through her life right
Finding fault with her when things do not go right.
Assuming credit when everything goes in the track right
Has sent her long to a place far away right.
Living physically among the crowd now right
while the mind saunters in a land distant right.
She has to carry on silently all the more right.
waiting for an eternal exit soon right.
The fight goes
The man and wife confront.
The child watches.
The fight quickens
The man and wife
contradict.
The child cries.
The fight ends
The man and wife separate
The Child suffers.
Man leaving his wife
and wife leaving her husband
has been in vogue
right through the years.
The mutual separation goes
without much hitch without children
It gets complicated with children.
Questions rise up and stay unfinished
while the children themselves
become a big question.
The children grow under one’s care
Their life goes on smooth in a rare
till the entry of a new partner
This leads to a distinctive urge
A track outside the normal surges.
Adjusting and accommodating to the new life
becomes the key words of the children’s lives.
The Man starts his new life anew
and the wife enters an alliance in a renew.
Fathered by one and tended by another
the child grows up in mother’s care.
Born from a woman and brought up by another
the child builds up as a father’s heir.
The togetherness gets diluted
and the intimacy gets faded.
The child loses its roots blatantly
and till he grows up incidentally
he stands bewildered filled with awe .
This feeling lasts till his life
with an indelible stamp
Fluctuations are at the door.
One knock tells us of the rise
another bang informs us of the fall.
A small rap hints a little advance.
An impressive tap indicates a huge up trend.
A loud dash throws open the momentum
calling that it has crashed.
which is not merely restricted to stocks
but largely circumvents 
life too.
Things untouched are lying there for forty years.
Utensils unused are kept there for forty years.
Jewels not adorned are placed there for forty years.
Furniture not utilised are piled there for forty years.
Dress unworn are arranged there for forty years.
The lady with all these was in her twentieth year then.
She has no intentions to use them any more
She had the desire but circumstances did not allow
They are there for forty years with dust and rust.
That is how things go unattended and lie as dead.
Money invested turns into wasteful expenditure
How much amount of money thus has been locked?
The community to which she belongs demand even now
They keep them secure locked in a room.
They say it is for the future
Does there is any future after sixty years?
They keep on doing so with added fervour.
knowing not they are killing the economy .
The wind blows
peeping through the big windows
now and then.
The rain falls
leaking through the tiled ceiling
now and then.
The sun enters
shining through the 
glass doors
now and then.
It is nature
that comes into the house
now and then.
Meenas Poems 