Meenas Poems
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.
What you said is bad ! Says the man
Your ways are always bad adds the man.
You have entrapped the family shouts the man.
It has been so all these years screams the man.
It is my fate to listen to such invalid talks thinks the woman
It is the reward I get for my sacrifice bemoans the woman.
It is a thankless job admits the woman.
“I have to pull along against odds “sobs the woman
She has been hearing all these for years together.
She has endured it for the sake of her children altogether.
She breaks down hopelessly when she hears the same from one of them rather.
True! Women are faceless slaves in a way I gather.
Apparently it was a hallucination,
It came from nowhere,
It sounded hideous,
It shook the equanimity,
It became silent for a moment,
Deadly quiet and sullen,
The silence bore a distraction,
It was fearsome,
A croaking noise emanated,
Cracking the nerves and muscles,
It was a desolate voice,
Coming from a deep source,
Screeching shrill and screaming,
Unravelling an abysmal shout,
Sealing the mind to a gory idiom,
Devastating the life in all shades,
Alas! it tore the self into a faceless efficacy.
Meenas Poems 