Meenas PoemsWhen you pay much attention
there would be no improvement
when you least show interest
there comes a new impetus
that not
be in the field of writing alone
found in areas of business too
so much more in relations far more
as they start turning to you
once you turn away from them.
Making up for the lost values and images,
Is a time-tested practice from all ages,
Dressing up the severed faces in gauges,
Spicing up the insipid food in stages,
Adding up details to empty pages,
Sprucing up cheer to boredom in ranges,
Is the story of life according to sages.
Life is not a smooth sail and an easy float,
It revolves round a seductive and deliberate note,
Penetrating into a fathomless deep moat,
Critical of the salient and imminent grote,
Framing an illustrious and sparkling fort,
Over a baseless disproportionate bloat,
Adding a pinch of salt to the tasteless toast.
A desolation is camouflaged by rich presentation,
A sagging face is made up by artificial attraction,
A melancholic dilemma is forged into a rejoicing celebration,
A dullness is worked up into a prudence by enabling distraction,
A treachery is transformed into an acumen by manipulation.
That much for the masquerading techniques in operation.
Contradiction leads to a distinctive incoherence,
Discordant notes produce a jarring reference,
Evil thoughts give a hateful accordance,
Fallacy restores an inevitable abeyance,
Assuming a pretension in all occurences,
The tarnished are garnished with tolerance.
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