Meenas PoemsHe came
He conquered
He returned .
A story short
long one abridged
a three line one
of a three-year struggle
presented so well
as if it happened
quick as a wink
all in a speed
the close and a shut
of the eyelids
a portrayal so nice
could you believe?
nay, I do not.
The fallacy around
keeps us in-bound
bear it with a frown.
The society dictates
it also initiates
try not to deviate.
The community fetters
it might also shatter
hope it is not a threat.
The relationship quips
it would also peep
let not it limp.
The world laughs with a tease
likely to guffaw with an ease
certainly not a 
please.
That way the man has to live
with a strange believe
Is it for a relieve?
He believes his siblings most
thinking them to be great
dumping his wife and children
who stand by him of late
telling them they are not fit
and refrains from talking
fearing they would question
speaks to his wife
just for 
necessity
now she has decided
to keep away from him
as she Knows that
he would not stand by her.
There is a
weather forecast,
The sky looks overcast,
The clouds gather fast,
It becomes dark ,very dark at last.
It seems as if it is going to rain,
Condensed vapours stand like a train,
Wetness can be felt in the grain,
It becomes dark ,very dark at last.
Expecting good rains the farmer becomes cheerful,
Starts counting his gains hoping a return resourceful,
Bloats with pride aiming a harvest bountiful,
It becomes dark ,very dark at last.
“Did it rain ?”you ask me, at last,
“It did and it did not” !I say downcast,
Rains are like men to the last,
They promise and break in an overcast.
Believe neither rain nor man entirely,
Both are charming but perfidious ambiguously,
Both preach but not practise regularly,
Alas! It has become dark, very dark ,at last.
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