Meenas Poems
It is difficult to forget,
Yet we have to.
It is difficult to forget,
If we have strong memory.
It is difficult to forget,
If the incidents hurt us.
memories linger,
the mind recollects,
anger rises up,
the heart thumps,
the nose twitters,
the eyes flutter,
the mouth quivers,
the face reddens,
the body gets flared up,
Alas! it is difficult to forget,
But we have to.
A smile is a smile to me,
it is an expression of happiness,
It looks so to me,
See beyond it,say many
There would be a tinge of joy,
There would be a trace of melancholy,
it would bear an outline of anger,
it would conceal a violent temper,
it would camouflage ignorance,
it would also hide a vengeance,
If that is so, I feel,
the smile is no longer a smile.
The ease winds up,
A struggle sets in,
The mind oscillates,
Anger mounts up,
The face turns scarlet,
The heart beats fast,
The body shakes in vigour,
Tears roll down,
Words fail,
It appears ferocious,
But it is nearly so,
It is a deep strain,
It is an alarming plight,
It is a terrific strife,
It is a 
trembling expectation.
Let us wait in patience.
A storm was ravaging out,
Rummaging all throughout,
Beating and battering out,
Fleecing wildly all throughout.
The composure was unevenly poised .
The countenance was prohibitively pinned ,
The violent rage was risky poised
The endanger was frightfully pinned.
The storm blew in a high velocity,
The panes and windows broke in alacrity,
The trees seemed to move with the velocity,
Presenting a mysterious movement in alacrity.
The external disturbance was unbearable,
The noise of thunder was incorrigible,
The boggling of the mind was unbearable,
The frequent prodding proved incorrigible.
The outer and the inner decried at the same moment.
The fury and anguish descended simultaneously,
The storm slowly abated at the intense moment,
The fuming and frothing rose high simultaneously.
The storm created a havoc over the land,
The anger insinuated a jolt to the band,
Of course the storm dishevelled the land,
More so the anger disunited the band.
Defying Nature is irreverence,
Beware Of nature’s wrath
Destroying Nature is transgression,
Fear Nature’s fury,
Deriding Nature is sacramental,
Keep away from Nature’s anger.
Nature has its own way,
Care and destruction occur in a sway,
Remitting a fondle and a raid,
Extending an embrace and a tirade,
Holding up the righteous and good,
Deleting the indecorous and bad.
Nature has its own way,
Dealing with ailments in a fray,
A leaf dispels upsets in a quickness,
A shrub dismisses pain in a raciness,
A bark disproves strain in a firmness,
Curing all setbacks without a suspense.
Nature has its own way,
Revenging the teasers in a day,
Ravages the land with indignation,
As it enacts a river’s spate,
As it fumes into a volcanic irate
As it devours all
in a stormy agitate
An aromatic fragrance spreads,
As the tea leaves brew ,
A symptomatic anger reads,
As the mind boils.
The bitterness lurks in the lips ,
As you sip,
The remorse sets your mood,
As you brood,
The intake of tea rejuvenate,
The body
The outburst of anger destroys ,
As indignity crash,
Enacting a demonstration,
Of a vociferous reaction,
Causing a terrible collision,
Rendering a serious concentration,
Of conflict and controversy,
Ascertaining a destruction,
Of soul and spirit.
Brewing tea needs special skill,
Bubbling anger restricts the will.
Settling a macabre turn to thoughts
Lord Dalhousie ‘s Doctrine of Lapse
Had a better meaning,
Than the corrupt solicitors straps.
Which has a leaning,
On illiterate caps.
Dalhousie annexed states princely
Whose rulers had no natural heir,
To hold absolute supremacy happily,
Over most Indian regions fair,
In a state of regency.
The cantankerous lawyer’s dictum,
Is a most serpentine ploy
As it decimates the wholesome,
To a negative coy,
Of a depleted awesome.
The doctrine evoked ,
A widespread disgruntlement,
And the Indians got provoked,
Which led to the Freedom Movement,
By which the British rule got revoked.
The solicitor’s evil design,
Stimulated an indignant intrigue,
Which was impregnated with a sign,
Of avenging technique,
Which connotes a fury fine
Dalhousie’s ill-fated policy,
Brought to an embroil
The century long British supremacy,
Over the Indian soil.,
To an ashamed delinquency.
The impish solicitor’s incorrigible ruse ,
Will cause a marked debacle,
On him and on his clients profuse
Dragging them over a dirty ramshackle,
Of a shoddy abuse.
He , who swore by the Bible,
Behaves like a bohemian,
As he takes lot of trouble,
To depict as unethical barbarian.
To live with a pre conceived notion,
To relate to a snobbish affiliation,
To bear a disruptive fraction,
To stick to an ironical situation,
To alight on a diabolical affirmation,
To find an eventual misconception,
Will lead to a unenamoured antagonism.
The day began with a clout,
Reimbursing a full-fledged bout,
Enforcing an overwhelmed doubt,
Settling towards an inexplicable 
rout.
It languished over a past occurence,
Which lay on a deceitful evidence,
Thus harping on a demeaning reference,
Moving towards a feigning preference.
The method of thinking over and over again,
The process of brooding about the repeated refrain,
Intimidates on a retrospective gain,
Inferring a living with a flimsy brain.
Hence the provaction is baseless,
And the anger is lawless,
The bewilderment is meaningless,
Corroborating an immature resentment.
The lion and the mouse, is a short allegorical narrative by Aesop.
State Bank of India is a lion in stature., but with the smallest heart.It has grown enormously, but the stimulus is negative.It talks much and does little. It boasts of being genuine, but in terms it is pretentious. It expresses affability,but it practises animosity. It reveals that it goes by principles, but in shadow it breaks all norms.
Its balance sheet propounds details of companies that have not repaid their loans. They amount to billions. The accounts of these companies propel enormous irregularities. The sanction of loans had been effectively prompted. The repayment schedule has been purposefully adjusted. The aberration in settlement of dues have been cleverly camouflaged. These propositions have been voluntarily facilitated , as they belong to the elite, who are running the bank and the finance ministry , in defacto.
Meanwhile, an entrepreneur, of modest means and sincere records, fails in his procedure of payment, the officials catch hold of his collar, prod and incite his equanimity,and render him pshycologically irrelevant.
The broken man , after great struggle,makes the payment as called for.
The Bank’s hunger is not appeased, it wants more. The officials , once again start their merciless drive.This time,they intend to kill him both physically and morally
The entrepreneur rises up and seeks legal remedy.
There is a saying in Tamil.
“sadhu mirandal kadu kolladhu”, meaning,”if a genial person is provoked , the entire forest will be set ablaze”
Like the mouse, this man is sure to come out of the entanglement , by using his prudence and goodwill.
The Lion, here metaphorically ,the great Stae Bank ,will be entrapped by its so called VIP constituents . It has to be pulled out from the maze by the genuine entrepreneur.
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Meenas Poems 