Meenas Poems
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.
Grades get across in learning
weighed by money and kind.
raising the rank high
facilitating a seat in courses
otherwise needing a skill
demanding a comprehension
working on a sensibility
to pursue the coveted programs.
Grades get across in business
cared by bribe and manipulation
promoting the transactions over and above
enabling an amazing growth
otherwise needing an acumen
requiring strong principles
practising on ethics
to get ahead of the potential deals.
Grades stumble and fall in politics
governed by deceit and greed
introducing a tall claim
enabling an unbelievable progress
otherwise needing a credibility
necessitating an integrity
inviting a trust
to acquire a ministerial berth.
Preserving the memory in a box
that is not false,
which should hold a lot of thoughts
of good and bad equally poised,
interpreting in different sorts
as and when the need starts,
at a time condescending to the plots
more than a time dismantling the slots
to carry out deals of greedy ingots,
paving the way to a glamorous spot
creating a sensational wave absolutely hot,
presenting a grand scenario of a dedicated revolt
while achieving it after a generous bought
both in kind and cash all in a lot.
Well,memory remains intact in a box.
Wherein does happiness originate?
Wherein does fear subscribe?
Wherein does exhaustion set in?
wherein does strain comes from?
wherein does sadness overwhelm?
wherein does success take wings?
Wherein does failure droops down?
Wherein does power overtakes?
Wherein does authority over acts?
Wherein does jealousy slashes across?
Wherein does greed dashes over?
Wherein is not a mystery
nor a rigorous chase.
All are found in the inside,in the inmost.
They throb from the inner self.
They haunt from the interior.
They resurrects from within.
A lawyer wheeled a carton in the court hall.
Beaming with pride he posed tall.
Up and down he went with a smiling call.
His clients were moving here and there like a ball.
The carton was huge and catchy.
It was fastened rather tightly.
What was inside? was everybody’s curiosity
Did it contain treasures of precious quality?
It was gently lifted up the stairs.
It caused the gathering to a stubborn stare.
The clients carried it up with an utmost care.
Was there tonnes of gold or gems rare?
The trio pushed it to the judge’s chamber.
Heaving a sigh sat down in a slumber.
They spoke in subdued tone about the number.
Was there any high risky documents in danger?
The judge walked in with a lively style.
Adjusting his glasses read out from the file.
Put forth the salient issues without a guile.
Called the parties to deliberate on them for a while.
The lawyer opened the carton in speed.
What would come out? was everyone’s thought indeed !
Took out the account books to read.
The judge paid the least heed.
The mediation was simple and issue based.
The trio’s expectation was razed.
Knowing not how to handle they stayed embarrassed.
Their upstart behaviour was defaced.
Back again they wheeled the carton to the landing.
Bitten by ignominy they made haste through the standing.
Hurriedly they pushed it into the porch with an irked feeling.
The carton played a role amusingly debasing.
A feeling makes an unpleasant tease
leading to an unnatural cease.
The heart sinks as it listens to the pleas
leaving a pathetic freeze.
The pleadings have no basic reasons
to evoke a sympathetic emotion.
Yet they drive through the intricacies
penetrating into the deep prairies.
The desire is to overshoot the target
so as to pluck the precious beget.
The inclination to grab the best of all
so as to enjoy the loveliest without a crawl.
The thought to hoard the goods scarcely available
so as to go with it in times of extreme liable.
Yet these instincts find a way in
slowly moulding into a greedy sin.
The avaricious are found in professionals too
solicitors,doctors of medicine are not the only two,
Teachers and bankers also tend to follow this move.
The business of politics is a study in greed
where the business men lose their lead.
The rivalry of siblings exposes another form of treachery
where connivance and lies bring forth a ghastly forgery.
Yet these deceits hastily thwart an indefatigable dream.
Rich and opulent they move.
Rich and dashing they ride.
Rich and grand they live.
Rich and imperious they pose.
Yes, they are stinking rich.
Stinking rich is an idiom different.
An epithet that makes one wonder.
A phrase that resembles an oxymoron.
Altogether a coinage that rings curiosity.
Yes, the phrase smells wrong
Getting into the formation reveals many more.
Rich are termed as dirty with derision.
They are condemned as rotten with hate.
They are shunned as filthy with scorn.
Yes, the terminology sounds right.
The super rich is a euphemism many vouchsafe.
They have bought out their economy analysts deliver
They could afford their own exosphere of luxury stores.
Could not they afford tropospherical taxes?
Yes, it appears weird to witness this breakaway.
It is their hard earning a voice calls.
It is certainly so we nod.
It is not envy or greed that underlines.
It is the thought of society that urges.
Yes, it is a feeling that brings a nostalgia.
Money is found everywhere.
It is found in stones in fare.
It is seen in paper all fair.
It is the cynosure of all eyes in glare.
As paper becomes currency to share,
doubling comes into play albeit to bear,
While stones are mined from earth bare,
Value enters the fray with care.
When diamonds are excavated in places rare,
created finds its way in the market with blare.
Gold rush gets ahead with a snare.
desire brings about a shy dare.
The longing for such is insatiable in a ware.
Calling for a buy out in quantities is a trap flare.
It exceeds the capacity in an exhaustive bear.
Throwing out everything out of gear.
It is all
knowing breed.
It is all accepting creed.
It is all directing lead.
It is all-purpose feed.
It is all amassing greed.
It is the all growing need
It is all germinating seed.
It is all flourishing deed.
It is all nourishing weed.
If all these supersede.
If all these exceed.
If all these accede.
If all these proceed.
If all these succeed.
There would be a stampede.
There would be a great impede.
Promulgating a fall in speed.
Likely to be ignorance.
It is a pretext of innocence.
It is a mask for foolish deliverance.
It is a camouflage of avaricious indulgence.
It is a manipulation to grab with hurried semblance.
Succeeding the duo march with egoistic diligence.
Unaware of the pits that are ahead of their reference.
Their momentary success is reflected in their impertinence.
Time waits for no man’s observance.
The duo find them in an entrapped inference.
Their ill earned money undergoes a disappearance.
Their undeserved pride stifles them to a grievance.
Gradually they fade away from the limelight presence.
Meenas Poems 