Meenas PoemsWhen I have nothing to do
I turn to Nature
as it is always in the go
has in it a regular feature
dawn and dusk to dark 
it rolls on every day almost
sun, wind or rain in sight
it revolves with a vigour most
seen with a bloom here
semblance of a fade there
Nature is never tired
unlike me who cries
for the trivia in a sob
the heart sends a throb
I sit there with down cast eyes
Nature smiles at me cheerfully
Of course, with no ties!
Slept I like a log
a while forgot my blog
a peaceful sleep it was
nothing to disturb at any cause
hours went by in length
came a call with strength
was about to wake up
when a hand-held me .
I saw a woman in her mid fifties
smiled she with love
caressed my hair with care
felt she had a piece to share.
She called me by name
I looked so tame
wondered how did she know
a woman from many decades ago.
With a graceful move in all sides
asked what made me talk about her
more frequent these couple of days
is there any reference of case?
I blinked all the more in a quandary
said she with poise she is my grandmother
who passed away sixty-seven years back
few months before my mother’s wedding.
Startled I sat up with a shock
said she not to panic at all
in a very soft tone told me her life
when she was a devoted wife
a mother of five children
sacrificed everything for their welfare
yet not remembered by any of them
during their life time all the more.
They became the shadow of their father
great was he in his achievements rather
they knew that she was the woman behind
yet not commemorated her in trend
she did not bother about fame in life
she yearned for a reciprocal slight
Is it an unusual demand? she interrogated.
not at all grandma, I meekly replied.
My children are dead and gone
your mother was the last to go
You sing about me very late
I read your poems about me
they made me happy and sad
wanted to pay a visit to you
to offer a big thank-you.
I held her hands with reverence
apologiz
ed for my late impasse
somehow I told her these two days
her memory crossed me all the way
set the recollections in a canvas
the best one would be in my blog
the private area where I log.
Well, this would circulate through
let my cousins read through
my nieces and nephews understand
the woman who was both pleasant and stoic
realize the suffering she endured all her life
physical ailment was not well attended to
leave alone the agony of the mind .
Where are you? I whimper
I am to my place you answer
say you with a shine in your eyes
at least I remain vague in your memory
you who have not seen me at all
retain a trace of my memory
with that satisfaction I fly back
my blessings always unto you.
The week seems to be long
with nothing to do all along
A visit here and a drop there
makes the week look all bare
The move is slow dead slow
there is no call to follow
yet I carry on with a gleam
a pretension it might seem.
It is so all in the mood
as there is nothing so good
I carry a load in my mind
what to do with it in kind
it is there with me for long k
keeps me in tension all along
Well, this be a lonely song
coming from a person wrong
.
Phone calls deluge
calling off at the first ring
charges being the issue .
Resolved not to call back
the caller anymore at any
cost
as I am charged too.
The morning works out for calls
which rolls out like balls
with the appointments in the follow
and nothing could go through the hollow
each being important and vital
one has to go up by the title
arranging the alibi by importance
and then going by the relevance
there arises a multiplication of prompts
that go with the highest fonts
a great vigilance has to accompany
that should not relax the symphony
likewise the execution has to be underway
stumbling on no obstacle in the pathway
a meticulous effort goes ahead in the program
making the morning a time for instagram
Always destined to be at beck and call
that be my life in all
dancing to the tunes of my spouse
not only in the house
also in the fields we work
that be the great task if not in dark
where he takes up authority
becoming a master in no time
controlling me over every thing
that gives me a hectic twinge
having to listen to his commands
as I go through them without any demands
as I am almost a puppet now
nodding my heads for nothing I know
lived in such a status so far
with only a few more years to go for
I remain calm and quiet all through
sitting put 
in a place almost glued.
The thought of concluding the purpose
with a finish not with a suppose
growing strong in my mind in years
gets thwarted with the drag and fears
implicated by those who surround me
from whom I want to flee
but cannot do for reasons monetary
holding me on the anvil rightly or wrongly
seems to be an ambush with an entanglement
based on a committed predicament
barring the progress with a lot more strain
keeping one always tied up with a drain
know not how to get over this hurdle
as most part is a great muddle
tracking the moves undertook
going through the papers in several strokes
has been the conduct of my life all through
waiting patiently for things to be set right in slow
that takes the breath out of me all the more
causing a setback and a depression in the fore.
Call it a day they say
how to call it I say
being wonderful they say
how wonderful I say
having turned successful they say
how much successful I say
they frown and say
get lost in a way
chuckling 
I make the way
allowing them to quit for the day.
With my sons living far away
with the timings in a stray
one might be getting up with the morn
the other would be retiring in a worn
whilst the third be involved in work all through
as a mother I make no calls in true
fearing I would distract them
and really disturb them
but wait in anxiety to hear their voice
a day without talking leaves me with no choice
as there surrounds a gloom and a worry
while my heart pounds with a query
as how they are getting on in distant lands
hoping they are well without any difficult stands
so the day passes on the whole
dull and dim, moving without a goal
Well, that has become my routine nowadays
eagerly looking out for their return in a gaze.
Mountains look high and tall
Majestic and towering they recall
Gigantic and awesome they appear.
A fine land mass brisk and elaborate
stretching very extensively
almost touching the sky upwards
at the most rising from the ground
up they go in steep heights
Round and round they climb in great weights.
Lofty and holy they seem from earth
with green trees and plants as wealth.
They being Nature’s rhythmic delight
calli
for a peep and peer from within the light.
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