Meenas PoemsThe Earth goes on in round 
could not hear any sound
it rotates and revolves
day and night evolve
some days are bright
a beautiful sight
others are gloomy
sombre and balmy
the nights in their place
go pitch dark on days
call it the new moon days
becomes dazzling and sizzling
address it as the full moon intoxicating
well that way the earth goes around
distributing wonders in its rounds.
The earth shakes
it quakes,caves and gobbles
a furious danseuse.
The great evil being done on earth
being that of dearth
abusing the soil in filth most
throwing things unmindful on the host
delivering a stench and stink
turning the earth beyond any think.
The greater evil being caused to world
being one in a fold
where crimes rise
up in hoards
releasing a conviction on board
inciting an unpleasantness and crumble
converting the world into a tumble.
The greatest evil being caused to all
that of a great fall
where people strike with or without cause
taking the power not in a farce
inducing an unruliness and aggressiveness
locking the people to a grievance
With the tides rising up
and the wind blowing fiercely
the rains lash violently
with the thunder blaring out
and the 
lightening becoming so high
the land looked feeble
trembling like a sheep
unable to face the sudden outburst.
The fever and fret with which the world revolves.
The haste and waste with which the life evolves.
The craze and phase with which the existence undergoes.
The feel and steal with which the living is forced
All take place in a span of few decades
which is allotted to individuals in a facade .
The earth moves on rotating on its own axis
with the inhabitants going about with their own practice
Not 
concerned about the environment internal and external
casting a diabolical consequence knowingly or unknowingly in all.
Drought and famine found in certain places.
Floods and death seen in other places
Any way there being tragedy in all places
Who is responsible for these phases?
You and I along with different faces
make this beautiful earth faceless.
Down to earth is a beautiful idiom
bringing us down from the podium
as we tend to fly high in the air
going up and up without care
One can soar to heights specific
above that the result would be drastic.
A restriction is there in the zone
as the unmindful flyers are prone
scaling heights beyond the flown
finally enabling to be blown.
The earth shows a pragmatism
that of very charming realism
showing out a simplicity
added together with modesty
along with the virtue of patience
that take earth to a state of reverence.
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
