Meenas PoemsIn the cockpit of a plane
there was a fight in plain
the flight was on its way
the fight was going all day
the captain’s instruction went unheard
the co-pilot took the control instead
beat and slapped the captain for no reason
the passengers on board travelled in ignorance
their lives in crew’s hands through the distance
the captain prudently deviated path
landed deftly at the nearest spot
the situation is unimaginable
the event sounds incredible.
it is a bread
an ordinary bread
not a whole loaf of bread
but a morsel of bread
that led to a blood
gory and fierce blood
a splatter all over of blood
fearful sight of blood
the fight for the bread
brought out this blood
humanity and its bred
demand the blood
for a piece of bread
hunger and anger instead
want bread and blood
ends up with a lot of blood
but without a piece of bread.
There be a fight between man and wife
it had been all through in their life
the man being in an enviable position
the woman too behind him in all decision
never had they spent one night peaceful
quarrelling and making life doleful
with both of them having lot of brains
but every time there was a strain
so they lived for years together
with no understanding rather
One day the shout rose high
the wife wrote a letter and cried
she went to sleep in her hotel room
the night predicted a doom
as the man slipped from the highest floor
fell down dead before the door
there came an end to their fight
while the woman cried the whole night
Speeding through the narrow lane
he went in twos and threes
almost knocking everyone down.
finally crashed on the end of it
getting bruised badly.
Jumped on the bike once again
resumed his ride with more velocity
jumping over each head that came his way
looking like a phantom he rushed through
finally reaching his destination
with an injury visible.
Slammed past the door of the house
entered the living area with anger
seized his estranged wife who stood there
pulled her across in a frenzy
put her on his bike with force
rode as fast as he could.
The wife raised a hue and cry
wailing and weeping with fear
taking no notice of her shouts
he went back through the lane
again with the same gusto
reaching home in no time.
Dragged her into the house
placed her in the bed
locked the room behind him
fell on his knees before her
begging her to pardon him
she knowing not what to do.
The climax was the least expected
he held her hands in amour
and with tears running down his cheeks
kissed her gently with passion
sealing her lips with emotion
with that they lived happily ever after.
S
kirmish do occur everywhere
Differences do crop up unexpectedly
Forgetting and forgiving is the way to live
specially should be found in wedlock
where the yoke is borne by both
the husband and wife need to walk together.
The fight for freedom was at its peak
everyone shouting in a shriek
Their anger rose in heights
greater than the blazing fire’s sprites.
Up and above the rant surmounted
leading to a violence in a tantamount.
unable to control the mobs move
the police entered into beating through
There was tear gas and shooting around
bringing about wounds and deaths in a bound.
How long could liberty be suspended?
Freedom was finally promulgated.
Did the people use it wisely is to be interrogated?
But that 
we hear is the freedom has been misused. .
C
hildren fight for things they want
and if they do not get it
they enter it blows
making the whole unpleasant.
Adults do it more subtly
or shall I say most crudely too
by killing and murdering
the opponent in cold blood.
So do the nations
by warring with each other
over some transactions
losing many innocent lives.
A patience or a tolerance
let it be anything
step aside and see
you would find a resolution.
Blows by children
murder by adults.
and war by nations
would be not there.
A fight is going on in the sea.
Over an issue as small as a bee.
The gun shots go out in a spree.
Making the less powerful to flee.
The winner sails across the sea.
Reaches his destination in a glee.
Before he could rejoice he turns to see.
Lo! there arises another turmoil brewing up in the sea.
A straight road is ahead.
There seems no turns in the stead.
It is a long stretch ahead
Yes, go straight to the stead.
The way takes you straight.
Exposing nothing in the trait.
It is nothing but straight.
Everything else reflects the trait.
It is monotonous travel right.
Going steady without a flight.
Believe it is a certainty right.
Moving forward without a fight.
Surely, you would reach the destination late.
Nothing to press an acceleration in the slate.
Struggling you achieve the nominations very late.
It is a gradual but slow realization on the slate.
Realizing you get straight to your end.
Crossing the sea of life without a bend.
That is how you have to live up to the end.
Straight in stature without a single bend.
Fight for your rights goes the thought.
Fight for justice prompts the mind.
Fight for equality calls the experience.
Fight for truth is the much used slogan.
Well, would all these fights work out?
Would all these fights yield fruit?
Would they? Would they? is the query
that would remain unanswered for centuries.
Meenas Poems 