Meenas PoemsYesterday a day without a write
could not track anything in sight
totally took everything light
missed the usual flight
did everything with a respite
an unusual attitude of slight
went away from the path straight
took the easiest one in the right
not actually the way I do
yet yesterday passed so.
The graceful attitude
could be termed as beatitude
also as gratitude 
A man with limited means
not had gone to school in his teens
with very little knowledge of anything
with a deficit behavioural inkling
calls himself an investment wizard
his voice rustles like a blizzard
shrieking high at times
grunting low most times
it be a babble of sounds
too little a time it drowns
talks with an articulation
emphasizes with a gestation
the man I have seen for long
say a forty years, not wrong
lived in all humility in the early years
turned greedy and a liar in the middle years
now a pronounced cheat at his ripe age
Oh! he is just another creature in rampage.
I see the grass everywhere
with or without care
grows in lands bare
a lovely sight to share.
The green grass is thin
causesnot much of a din
finds itself into the bin
yet sprouts up again with a grin.
The tinier the grass seems
the stronger it is beyond dreams
spreads in a contagious scheme
gets rooted deep into the theme.
That way the grass grows
both in empty land and on the shores
either tended and mow
ed in a close
or left unkempt and left coarse.
The indifference I find
the cold stare of a kind
the irreverence in action
seen in the throwaway notion
call I that an impertinence
not seen always in terms
become visible in realms
towards a certain sect
obvious in an intersect
while the receiver in real
has to remain passive in veil
otherwise a breakdown would result
followed by a commotional tumult
how long could one brook this attitude?
Well! has to live through in platitude
so as to maintain an equalibirium
Let this be a great theorem
framed by not the great Pythagoras
formed by a commoner with all guess.
It would be handy in the life game
a proven one with none others to blame.
The way you live.
the way you think.
are in proportion.
The attitude goes a long way
The attitude tries to fix in a way
is an adjustment in the stride.
The perception too is important
The perception owes not a distraction
being an impression of the reality
The perception and the attitude
might sound one and the same
differ much in real version.
The attitude is an orientation of the mind
The perception is an interpretation of the senses
an abstract over the physical.
The nuance of life depends on these
one over the other all the same
a meaningful lifestyle on the go.
No work is below dignity
the work you do is great
menial or white collared.
The physical work needs more strength
becomes irksome at times
yields high payout too.
The desk work going by the epithet
concerns most with the power of brain
earns a handsome revenue.
The attitude towards work
the concentration
does bring in satisfaction.
Every day is new
with the morn you are born
with the night you sleep
that be not eternal
The days are special for their goodness
each one having an attribution
that be of birthdays, anniversaries
independence and valentine.
The assumption that these days
carry an influence and joy
takes the cue wrong
being a belief not strong.
Could not all days be a celebration?
radiating mirth and joy
ruminating with kindness and love
sounds a tall claim anyhow.
All days propose a task
the completion releases an achievement
the attainment ushers a salvation
ending up in a culmination of attitudes
Talking of days old
thinking of them as gold
has been the way for many
comparing event the tiny
with those of them years back
has been in the track
while those who talk and think
feel those being the best in a wink
failing to accept the new
as if they are not in the queue
saying they are not of quality
seeming to have a frailty
that of a less grade
expecting them to fade
and anticipating a break
giving no value to the money spent
being an attitude that needs
to be bent .
It was a few days ago
he was with great ego
going about in a go
as he had no foe
he did not have to bow
as he disliked show
he never bent low
never intended to give a blow
wished to get in the flow
with a perfect glow
he moved slow
and did not know
how to speedily go
as the target was in a row
hard to hit with a bow
so shot it with an arrow
breaking it into two.
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