Meenas PoemsFair and foul
plays the wind
not only the wind
but the mind oscillates
between fair and foul
a Hamletian dilemma exists
virtually foul wins over
as fair comes behind
it drags and delays
tests the patience
while foul is upbeat
charms and entices
holds with a tight fist
wins over in a wink
that be the speed of foul
as all things bad
go with a rush.
Breathes there the man
so goes the poem all in a way
there be a breath in the men
that be the priority of the day
as men do all deeds treacherous
that exasperate the breath all the more
they being in the catch of the imperious
doing most dubious acts with the fervour.
as there be so much infidelity around
the man’s breath turns out to be foul
keeping one and all in a bound
the man gets ahead of his crimes with a prowl.
Fair and foul plays the wind.
fair being less of a kind
foul being more with a bind
there rises a wind with force.
The fair wind being lovely
blows across with a soft whistle
flowing through the face with grace
and through the land with smothering trace.
The foul the wind be all through
raging with a fierce slew
knocking down everything on the way
tormenting the land and sea all in a day.
Being so in life all the most
with the fairness being seen less
while the foulness overwhelms
there seems to be the bad overcoming the best.
Meenas Poems 