Meenas PoemsThe night is chill
with wind to the fill
The cold is a kill
with the snow on the hill.
Waiting out till
expecting the car coming uphill.
Shivering in the cold still
thinking of the bills
that have to be paid without frills
Looking through the gate grill
saw a wind mill
with movements nil
There came flying a quill
falling 
down the window sill
With that the car came uphill
got in and went downhill
His rage and fury knew no bounds
as he shouted at everyone around
What for he was shouting? none knew not.
He was shouting with all his might at the lot.
The enrage and indignation had no meaning
They were an outcome of his demanding
Always making mole hill out of mountains.
Babbling throughout like an old fountain.
The people around were equally furious
Kept sober to keep peace was seen obvious
Controlling their emotions they moved away.
Telling him finally to mind his tongue all the way.
Now left alone he fumed and fretted
He was not accepted in circles much feted.
But was posted at a distance with a detest
Thus he lost his name in an acid test. 
Eating the mango with salt
was our favourite dine
adding little chilly would halt
any one that passed fine.
Mangoes hanging with a glossy hue
thick green when not ripe
golden-yellow when fully ripe in true
tasting delicious with a juicy wipe.
From childhood mangoes held me in sway
The bitter taste enslaved the tongue
and never missed eating one each day.
Raw ones had a special status in the rung.
The yellow fruits shimmered like gold.
Peeling off the skin so light and tender
and cutting the lascivious fruit in slices bold.
slipping one after one into the mouth forced a surrender.
Raw or ripe mangoes have a grip
Old or young men become slaves.
The mangoes are no more cheap
The desire to eat mangoes 
would last for ever .
With wealth in the backdrop
and fame in the forefront
and enormous might from everywhere
he reigned supreme
over a belt
in an era
where there is no monarchy
Yet posing himself as supreme
he commanded over his subjects
though not really they were bound
but by his power forcing them to obeisance
he ruled without any rules
as he lacked fundamentals
Going by him realised
that the more knave you are
the more ignorant you are
the most powerful you become
and mightiest you could claim
Erasing what she wrote
over and over again
Then writing once again
overwriting on it 
checking through the write
then striking them off
she was sitting deeply confused.
What she was up to?
None dared to ask.
Lest she would burst off
It is big.
The world and its people.
make it big.
Being made big
it grows out of proportion
becoming too big.
Becoming too big
slander kills the people around
finally devouring world.
When desire exceeds all bounds.
It echoes through all sounds.
It wants this being a new-found.
It wishes that belonging to an antique.
Where to go and get? from the attic.
If so it is easy.
Just a climb and a pull.
Not being so it is demanding.
Taking it rather to the limitations
Desire is a cheat and very expensive
It leads to a longing and a fret
that almost promotes a craving.
Attaining it becomes a necessity.
To achieve it is 
a straight clamber
pushing back all other things
and getting the predominance.
Desire turns into a pursuit disastrous
bothering the peace and contentment.
The value of money has risen
Not only in usage but also in rank
Money makes thing work with a result proven
It goes deep and deep into the shores and banks.
Not on to the financial institutions alone
but on to the buying products and lands in a follow.
Not satisfied with the wealth man attempts to secure a loan
enabling him to accumulate more and more in a flow.
Where is it going to lead you ? ask I to my friend
What are you going to do with so much wealth? I question.
He smiles at me with a tease and a sneer in a trend
Deciding he would not give a reply appropriate in time given
Made my way home deliberating where it is going to lead.
A few months later meet my friend on my way.
He was looking desperate and desolate
Restraining myself from asking anything in the sway
Came to understand that he is not in a comfortable state.
Prodding would further deepen his crisis and shock
I talked in a lighter vein and bade farewell.
The way to make money have some ethics,
Crossing them and paying no heed would cause a dishevel.
Consistency is a quality
rare to be found
Yet people talk about it with vanity
saying they have it around.
It diversifies itself
through regions different
Thoughts and words by themselves
need consistency to be predominant.
Writing becomes matured and adorned
by practice and diligence.
Reading with a continuity cordons
the aberrations that lead to a reference.
Behaviour also finds its light
by the constant actions and precepts.
Any falter or a fumble reflects not slight
on the character through important receipts.
Practising consistency in all
Practise it with a full mind.
Consistency would never lead to a fall.
though it is a hard find.
As the day advances there sets in an exhaustion
The freshness diffuses into a dullness
The fatigue results in a let go attitude
winding up the work to a finish full or half done.
With that trepidation one gets home
With the desire to get a refreshment
On days most there he finds the same monotony
making him desperate and disturbed.
The wife also from work gets back home
Physically tired she walks in
Finding the low-spirited husband
falls into desolation and anger.
The evening outside is pleasant and cool
while in the inside fire has set in
as there is exchange of rudeness
and the voices rise in decibel
The husband and wife then retire
while the dinner remains untouched
The next day dawns with a bright sun shining
Off the go to the office with anger lurking.
The life moving thus for years
with no love and pleasure to match
where money takes the priority
while all others move to the back.
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