Meenas PoemsThe dryness pervades
as the sun invades
the heat is in a tirade
no rains to trade
the warmth has made
the skin to shrink
they are on the brink
of a break in a wink
hard to create a link
with a blink
the sun stares at the most
not only in the coast
in every way it boasts
makes of man a roast.
A relative of mine
not one of blood
talks high of himself
thinks he is a God-man
predicts the events of the day
speaks of sasthras and discipline
preaches many a time with a diligence
teaches most of the time in a manner crazy
the rituals and practices in direct focus
with an authority not ordinary
actually he knows nothing in general
as he reads not anything in particular
rather knows not to read coherently
commits hundred and one mistakes
while going through the preliminary
leave alone the holy ethics
writes with glaring errors in a range
boasts of his wisdom with a pomp
smile do I seeing him talk with such splendour
a crook he is in every walk with the least tenure.
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