Meenas Poems
The elaboration and the elongation
the description and the depiction
the speculation and the specifications
have to end up in a regulation
a prolong and a procrastination
would defy a progression
would deny a promotion
would lead to a collapse
perhaps would relapse
a difficulty would surface
though in phases
a crisis in a maze
would pitch you in a daze
A dry river
an empty pond
a waterless lake
are seen around
The trees wither
even the neem and tamarind
are leafless and seem bare
a scenario drastic.
Pots in all places
water in lorries
go around
a reality nowadays.
To get over a crisis
or for that matter an up rise
more than that a difference
that relates to a reference
of a blow up
and a blow over
is to sit idle
like a puddle
without bothering
and without thinking
does not mean an overlooking
but a temporary holding
for a shot while
then revisiting in a style
would bring out a resolution
in a gainful notation.
Try this idea once
then y
ou would thank me not once
but forever.
With Cheers.
Crisis is seen all over.
Economy has tossed over
Culture has been swept over.
Ethics is not to be found all over.
Unruliness exists all over.
Illegality is rampant all over.
Violence spreads all over.
Filthy rich abound all over.
Powerful rule ruthlessly all over.
Righteous suffer miserably all over.
Yet the world revolves over .
As the crisis boils over.
The profound consideration for wealth,
Has become a status quo,
This obsession reigns supreme.
The serious thought about health,
Has assumed a fiasco,
The deliberation extends to extreme.
Many sources lead to quick deposits,
Many tests direct to fast diagnosis ,
Many temptations look like hypnosis,
Many attempts prove to be a synopsis.,
Many strive to reach the highest axis,
Finally fall asunder in a crisis.
The rave for accumulation breezes up,
The desire to fitness fleeces up,
These circumspection cruise up,
The anticipation for the denouement mounts up,
The fever and fret bring in emotions pent-up.,
Lo!the release behests a tormenting squeeze up.
A fastidious bowl over,
An incongruous show along,
A grotesque feel all over,
As I saw a heap lying along.
It was not a pile of waste ,
Nor a wholesome trash,
It was not a dusty paste,
Nor a gruesome crash.
It was a plastic heap,
Lying unmoved for years,
Bags ,bottles buried deep,
Moving earth to tears.
It is there steadfast,
Emanating a stench so foul,
People go ahead fast,
Twitching their noses with a growl.
It causes affliction,
As it lives persistent,
It incites a perpetuation,
As its extinction is resistant.
It gulps the earth,
In a swift gobble,
It harms the earth ,
To a shaky wobble.
Insecurity finds place,
Fertility of the soil is at stake,
Health is in a disastrous phase,
Man encounters a real crisis not fake.
Meenas Poems 