Meenas PoemsThe squabbles in a family
turns sour.
The one who is at the helm
seems not fair
the skirmish begins.
The tussle picks momentum
the situation worsens
hostility mounts
decorum is lost.
The family parts ways
the communication ends
siblings become foes.
The distortion continues
through generations
the animosity increases
never does it diminishes?
Talking with reason has been deserted.
Now talk for reason has been inserted.
The subtle difference goes in the hanging
letting all in way of balancing.
A curious feeling is holding many a talk
The desire to excel being the prime stalk
The intention to extract gets the follow.
The thought to win by gibberish scaling comes from the hollow.
A sudden piercing and an immediate tearing turn the tides.
As and when there occurs a stalemate the irrelevance takes over in stride
In the fashion that talks proceed and pull over through jaunts
focusing mainly on the necessity and of greatly the wants
the real essence of talk gets lost in the wilderness
as 
self deceit and self-esteem find an appearance
relaying the foundation of the most simplified communication.
Years ago children loved school,
it was another home to them,
Learning was never cumbersome,
It rendered a development wholesome.
Children learnt with ease,
Numbers were easily mastered,
Letters were finely read,
Everything went directly to the head.
Learning was both study and play,
Simple practices enabled counting
Carry over was established in adding,
Take away was used in subtracting.
Language became a felicitous facility,
Grammar opened up the intricacies,
Usage delivered the delicacies,
Communication became relevancies.
It was an enjoyable experience,
The teacher and taught worked together,
There was no pressure or ill feeling rather,
It was a perfect harmony altogether.
Meenas Poems 