Meenas PoemsNothing great is to happen.
Nothing much is going to transpire
Nothing more is seen to transcribe.
Nothing else is left to translate
Nothing to be transformed
as everything has been robbed
Everything has been stolen.
Everything has been taken away.
Leaving nothing in reality
and also nothing being
left in books.
Even after they contest and confront
wanting to take away the piece of cloth left.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence.
The conduct of the original duo,
Likens to a differential aglow,
Pulling out from one a few months ago,
Inducting another stealthily
as an alto,
Pretending to be genuine at the fro,
Eventually a planned ploy in a turbo,
It is an intended imperative although,
Similar to a conceited grab in a limbo,
Well, the attitude of the duo,
Is as original as the wind flow.
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