Meenas PoemsHeading towards a hill
the drive prolonged still
the bends were very sharp
traveled with a fear in harp
the undulation caused a sensation
could not be expressed in proportion
had to get through all the more
so as to reach the position in fore
the way the bends and turns go
the twists and curves all in a row
while the uneasiness lay there for long
the pleasure was lovely and not wrong
with that I head toward the top
hope I reach the place without any flop.
Dare you drive me out
dare you shun me always
dare you curse me all through
dare you not do any of those
I am rain all the more
the life giver at the best
nothing could happen without me
none would grow or live without me
I am the best source of life
quoth water with pride
I spoke rather in modest tone
none can deny your value
one cannot accuse you of anything
except the way you flood
carry away with you whatever you touch
be it a child, an adult, an old man,
be it a dog, cat, snake or lizard
you take with you in such speed
they swoon and succumb to your force
mercilessly you scoop and toss them
could be an end to those lives
snatched away by your inundation.
It is a trick
more or less a gimmick
she is a friend to all
always there in a call
that was before long
now she is away for long
does not respond at all
nor does she answers a call
she has turned a mystery
her good nature has become a history
she dodges and drives through
never in place all through
I seek and search with fervour
could find her where so ever
I give up and sit back
she came today in a slack
she was with me for a few minutes
disappeared from my hold in a minute
hopped and jumped to a place little away
showed up for a few minutes in a stay
then ran away for the day
could you recognise who she is in a way?
she is none other than rain
she has teased my brain 
A drive down the road
a long time on the highway
the traffic not so heavy
the stretch goes not in a wind
but all straight through
with “on routes” on the way
have the Tim Hortons in there
refreshing with a toast and hot chocolate
proceed further into the east
on sight is the City of Ottawa
the small city with fame as Capital
limited be its attractions
there goes the beauty with them
the lake goes around the city
cheerful and colorful in one stroke
stand there the Prime Ministers past
look from their pedestals with pride
on the vicinity, is a memorial for soldiers
two guards below with least expressions
a beautiful sight it is in a way
that hold our fascination in great sway.
goes with it an enchanting splendour
to see the Rideau canal run through
an engineering marvel that holds one aghast
All be that a fastidious scene in the groove
that pleases one with a gleam of blue.
Like to drive
with the chosen graceful five
a delightful strive. 
Into the heaven
there went the lovely seven
very sacredly driven.
The beginning of the day
marked with cheer and rigour
ends up in the evening
with a serene feel and tired mind.
Every beginning starts with mirth
concluding with a misty exhaustion.
The wear and tear throughout
sucks our energy and liveliness .
The day is not exclusive
it being found in human experience too
with the youth are always thriving
the aged mostly fall into decreasing strive.
The years of toil and experience
grant a wisdom and sobriety
they too greatly bring in
a fatigue and lethargy.
The sparkle and shine gradually fade
leaving a care and share in the go
lit with an overwhelming concern
accompanied by a consideration .
This is the way everything goes
that be of day and human
could that be to animals and trees
also found in culture 
and civilization
Going out in the evening
looking at the shops big and small
glorified with lights colourful
found also over the tress on the roads
blue ,pink and white lights flicker
with the neon lights on the pavements
and the sodium vaporised lights shining bright
the darkness of the night dispelled
being eliminated by illumination
the moon over the skies
shining demurely and peevishly
feeling shy of the earthly lights
while the stars refuse to come out
afraid of the twinkling lights far below
the man-made fusions succeed so well
that they pose a threat to the constellation
leaving the firmament bare and dark
the artificial overpowering the natural as ever
that which is new would seem better
the old losing its gleam in the endeavour
thus goes the evening drive across the city.
Broad and wide goes the road
lengthy and long flows the road
winding and windy is the mind
the man behind the wheel
drives through the road
with the mind taking a path
wholly different from the real
that be long and lengthy ‘
he driving through the road
while his thoughts take him
where he does not know
as the thinking is windy and winding
making him halt and stop
not in the real sense
but in the thoughtful accent
he going on and on straight
while his thoughts deviated
how did he do it ?
The shows get exciting
when there be a keen competition
bringing in a source of inspiration
that should not border on a compelling
whether they be forceful or voluntary
there ought to be a preparation
basic and practice to perfection
rehearsed many a more time
then put up on stage
that too before a large audience
who make up the knowledgeable
and also the lay men
coming to witness the performance
for an enjoyment and relish
as well for an acquisition of wealth
never in the form of mundane and monetary
but one of great enthrallment.
and an experience of exaltation
that should be the motivation
that be the drive behind
any attempt to showcase
recitals of merit and credit.
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