Meenas Poems
It was dark and serene.
Clouds moved across,.
lightning struck ahead,
thunder blasted over,
rains lashed with force,
the scene was sombre,
the light effect was dazzling,
the sound was deafening,
creating an orchestra,
neither of mirth,
nor of melancholy,
but of reality,
and of credibility.
Connive and conspire to begin
Hoard and usurp to trade in,
Conceal and hide to spin.
Cheat and beguile to sin.
It is a win unholy.
It casts a dark shadow wholly.
It creates a status lowly.
It thwarts peace thoroughly.
It is a performance otherwise.
It shows the mode to earn in size.
It leads to a schedule of vice.
It claims a stream of desolate cries.
It was a miss out which cost dear.
It was a fall which caused a smear.
It was a slip of the tongue that prompted a jeer.
It was a mindless cut that brought a tear.
It was an anger that raised the ear.
It was a danger that caused a terrible fear.
It was a provocation that invited a sneer.
It was a curiosity that called for a look near.
It was a wonder that instigated a peer.
It was a transgression that was slotted for the rear.
Always the miss outs would cost anyone dear.
The word is of great interest.
It is a delight when men show interest.
It is appealing when men have limited interest.
It is painful when men charge abnormal interest.
Interest in things grows as such.
The feeling leads to a buy out as much.
It dispels the fear of the crunch.
Initiating a purchase in bunch.
Interest on money accumulates so quick.
The lender plays a likely trick.
It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.
Forcing the borrower to lick.
Interest plays the roles both.
It builds wealth in troth.
It eats up the fortune like a moth.
Condemning the borrower to froth.
The rain was pouring intermittently.
It was without force inevitably.
It ranged with a lag deliberately.
The roads looked clumsy totally.
People stayed back compulsorily.
The resultant was discomfort absolutely.
It was a terrible start.
As everything has fallen apart.
The scenario created a dart.
How to outsmart ?
The sequence is difficult to impart.
Should the horse go before the cart?
The mind is swirling in a dizzy thwart.
A numbed pain presses the heart.
It was a search.
Beyond the torch.
It was a start.
Far away in a sort.
It looked ahead.
Away from the tread.
Mind you it is near.
And it is very dear.
It was a fraction.
It was a simple fraction.
It had a solution.
It was an easy solution.
Lo! it evaded a resolution.
Is it because I lost reason?
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
It is a style of living.
It is a lively visualizing.
It tells a lot of the being.
It is an honorable cruising.
The style gives a count.
It writes up an account.
Tells us about the deals paramount.
That adds up to the surmount.
The style reveals the person’s identity.
It portrays the scope of his individuality.
It measures the scale of his virtuosity.
It discerns his nature with an assiduity.
It is the style that makes a man.
It is the style that calls him a gentleman.
It is the style that hails him a good human.
It is the style that makes him a creditable man.
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