Meenas PoemsLay around in a deluge
articles of all sort
none to touch.
Scattered all around
is a family of six
none in terms.
Withered all around
lay the grains
none to irrigate.
The singing bird
is terribly ill
no music around.
Having lost his wealth
by spending extravagantly
he lies in despair.
Drunk to the brim
the drunkard lies
on the road uncared.
Known for his misdemeanour
the wayward son goes astray
wish he not been born.
Have cited too many negates
an indication be they alone.
caution be yours.
Scared I stood behind the door.
Suddenly there erupted a roar.
Shivering I waited for more.
Hope there should be nothing in store.
Any move would cause a blow.
I took a few steps in tip toe.
My legs dragged me to a slow.
What would come next I do not know.
Moved ahead with a caution to the door.
Peeped through the hole in the door.
I saw something tiny crossing the door.
I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.
With confidence I opened the door.
I could see nothing out there along the door.
What was it then that moved through the door?
I got in slamming the door.
It was my mind that was working feverish.
It was my mind that kept me in anguish.
Mostly it is my mind that interrogates with a garnish.
Finally all end up in a situation sans relish.
Scared I stood behind the door.
Suddenly there erupted a roar.
Shivering I waited for more.
Hope there should be nothing in store.
Any move would cause a blow.
I took a few steps in tip toe.
My legs dragged me to a slow.
What would come next I do not know.
Moved ahead with a caution to the door.
Peeped through the hole in the door.
I saw something tiny crossing the door.
I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.
With confidence I opened the door.
I could see nothing out there along the door.
What was it then that moved through the door?
I got in slamming the door.
It was my mind that was working feverish.
It was my mind that kept me in anguish.
Mostly it was my mind that interrogated
with a garnish.
Finally it ended up in a situation sans relish.
Forests are thick and dense,
With wild animals treading hence,
Lions , tigers ,wolves , bears roam,
Over the ground marshy and loam,
It is dangerous to go alone,
Is the writing on the wall’s tone.
Land is large and extensive,
With people wicked and oppressive,
Frauds, villains treacherous,deceits loiter,
Creating a terrible disaster,
It is a diligence to move about,
It is the writing on the wall’s shout.
Economy is caught in the midst of turbulence
With the currencies depleting in value of reference,
Manipulation, greed, misappropriation, cheat are agog,
Implicating a pleading insight to an economic fog,
It is a deliberation to business,
It is the writing on wall’s resonance.
Glancing on all potential cautions,
The desire to live becomes a notion,
Reflecting on the goals of future,
Life has to go on with a closeted nurture,
Intimidating is the clairvoyant call,
Which is the writing on the wall.
Meenas Poems 