Meenas PoemsEat up not your words
eat up your meals
go by your words
at the cost of any deal.
Words are meant to be kept
never in a way to be broken
the words that are kept
bring repute as a token.
Honour your words at any cost
words are precious any way
easy to throw them out fast
hard to preserve them in a way.
Words are a religion as far as I know
a sanctity all the more
they are valuable and shine with a glow
being a property with a vow.
I never swallow food in a hurry
take a time and do it without worry
even when I am in a fury
I chew and eat 
.leisurely.
Might be that quality of mine
makes me patient not only while I dine
persevere I relentlessly with a bind.
this way I extend a system of a kind.
Patience emulated proves expensive
as I deal with things not impulsive
the tolerance level is intrusive
I never take anything offensive.
Again, this attitude brings no result
as I stay unperturbed by any tumult
passive I am without any fault
a loser I am by default.
Eating to the brim
with no space
is life destroying
Eating to half full
with room for more
is life saving
Eating the minimum
with place for a lot
lends a life-giving.
Going back is never too easy.
Back tracking is ever too easy.
Keeping up the promise is never too easy.
Eating up the words is ever too easy.
Hearing slander is never too easy.
Listening to praise is ever too easy.
The world moves on round and round.
The interruption of movement is never found.
People’s talk reverberates with full sound.
Their activity advances never with a bound.
The life becomes meaningful with wealth abound.
No other means seeks a serious wound.
Living in the middle of conceit and greed
Man accepts the reality with a distinct breed.
Well, money has always been the prime need.
It is a requirement to arrange a feed.
What then is the crux of the deed?
It is something that directs to a bleed.
This transaction has been going on for years.
It has been carried out without any fear.
Nestling behind the scene in the rear.
We trace a slight jerk which is out of gear.
The affinity for wealth is found with extreme cheer.
As a finale it is held to the bosom so near.
An unknown reptile creeps into the backyard,
It is red ,blue and yellow with bold marks,
It slithers on like a flaming rod,
Glittering unholy in the dark.
It has slipped into the yard isolating from its tribe,
Signalling to a teeming populous in the garden,
Gleefully slitting the roots of the flowering plants in a jibe,
Joyfully sucking the juicy liquid like a rodent.
They are none other than a sort of gardener’s pest,
Thriving in fives and hundreds after the rainy seasons,
Languishing slowly in the torrid sun’s zest,
Straying into the yards in quest of hibernation.
Jauntily proposing a colourful exterior,
They vehemently destroy the blossoming foliage,
Greedily wreck the delightful interior,
Perfidiously gobble the green leafage.
To get rid of them is elaborately laborious,
It is painful to see the devastation,
Still more horrible to kill the notorious,
More so to infringe the earth with pesticide horrendous.
How to save my garden,I know not?
My heart throbs and my eyes well,
Seeking seriously for a way out,
The very thought rummage my mind to a shell.
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