Meenas PoemsPreparing the stage with labour
writing the documents with fervour
focusing on issues with insight
drafting the replies with foresight
has been my way of doing
when there comes the enacting
it is a quite overcoming by my 
better half
who steals the limelight with a big laugh
that stings me to the very bottom
and sinks my spirit to the autumn
quickly reconciling to the destiny
throwing out in disgust my last penny.
There was a snap.
Tut tut it broke in a slap.
It broke into pieces from the top.
Dum dum it fell in a flop.
It looked miserable from the slot.
Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.
Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.
Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.
Could it be redeemed from loss?
Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.
Was it a piece of glass that lay shattered?
Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.
Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?
God forbid buying again would be a vanity.
It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.
It was an abstract design in feature.
It was not visible in nature.
It was highly emotional in stature.
The proximity to the theme is drawing close.
It was the filial relation that fell apart in blows.
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