Meenas Poems
Brevity being the soul of the wit
nailing it on the head with a hit
the beating around the bush takes away a bit
that of long winding expressions engages a pit
the inconvenience frames a web in close-knit
leaving an uneasiness all through being unfit
the over and above narrations open out a dull outfit.
As such these have to be eschewed from the list
the attempt to propose everything in a gist
finds its way with an untold bliss.
Annoyed at impertinence
I sat in a corner
gazing at the sky
with my mind at vie.
The battle of wits
as it would go
gave a severe blow
while the mind fell apart.
The atrocity was overwhelming
The man being paid
exceeding the prescribed limit
made the heart sad.
He taking for granted
went up and down
being discourteous to his chief
incurring the wrath in brief.
The coterie which surrounds him
unknowing of his status
inflates his ego so high
making him tall and sly.
Time has come to circumscribe
putting 
him under control
if not he has to be chucked out
lest he would pose a thorn throughout.
Meenas Poems 