Meenas PoemsWhen I have nothing to do
I turn to Nature
as it is always in the go
has in it a regular feature
dawn and dusk to dark 
it rolls on every day almost
sun, wind or rain in sight
it revolves with a vigour most
seen with a bloom here
semblance of a fade there
Nature is never tired
unlike me who cries
for the trivia in a sob
the heart sends a throb
I sit there with down cast eyes
Nature smiles at me cheerfully
Of course, with no ties!
It is a twinkle for months together,
It works for a specific time altogether,
Twinkle does it for 3 hours in the morn.
It recedes to a hole in the post morn.
Then it comes out in the afternoon.
Again for three hours it lights up in the noon
Back it goes down in the dusk.
Remains so almost in a husk.
Appears for an hour from thence.
Quickly disappears from shining hence.
Surfaces again for an hour-long.
Hides itself in pitch dark for little long.
Shoots up from nowhere all at once.
Will it sustain the switch offs in a sense?
What is it all about? you may wonder.
It might be Greek or Latin to you.
Well, that is what we endure everyday.
Switch ons and switch offs of electricity through the day
Make us wriggle in scorching heat
Affect the industrial output in a beat.
Lets the children study with candles lighted.
The administration goes about with mirth elated.
Do you want to know about the place,I am talking?
It is Tamilnadu, the southern state of India, in the awakening,
Nevertheless, they say India is shining incredibly! all the more.
I want to bring to light this failure of electricity to the world more and more
The little one asked “What is old age?”
It is an age which tries to free from all bondage,
An age, which gets distracted from all outage,
An age, which communicates through a silent language.
As the day closes into dusk
As peace leads to an exhilaration always,
Youth enters the old
age with a grace,
Strings of grey hair are seen in a trace.
So much so the clouds were gathering ,
So much so the sun was descending,
So much so the dusk was slowly setting,
So much so there was an eye tearing lightning,
Followed by a thunder deafening.
Many a heart jumped out in apprehension,
Many a voice got stifled with emotions,
Many an ear lost the power of attention,
Many a gadget was snapped of its connections,
Many a hut caught fire in the commotion,
As the thunder thundered in terrific motion.
LIttle do we pay heed to Nature’s fury,
Little do we respect Nature’s cosy,
Little do we acclaim Nature’s glory,
Little do we endorse Nature’s theory,
Little do we read Nature’s story,
Un mindful we carry on with our selfish booty.
Meenas Poems 