Meenas PoemsA man limps across
crosses the highway
stranded in the middle
looks around for help
expresses his inability
could find none
as others go their way
no time to give a hand
no time to speak a word
no time to behave as a human
the man limps across.
Help is a noble sort
much or big does not matter
the thought bears a stigma
none other charity does hold
help is a form of simple
a talk with love lives long
a hand offered works high
a direction shown stand above
the very thought itself is the culmination
or can I say it a confluence
where charity and philanthropy
born in the abode of help
spread their wings in and around
Mind you, the simplicity should stay
lest it loses its charm in the stream
absolved by the fanfare all ahead.
The little boy being unruly
screaming with joy
seemingly a loving act
mumbling with discomfort
indicating a sign of uneasiness
going by his shrieks and cries
every acti
on of him be a play
delighting all around with cheer
being a mother of such a boy
always on toes with a vigour
making a move fast with a rigour
beyond any cope up and posing a stress
proves hard and bothersome
at times gets beyond control
she losing her sleep and rest
not careful in her schedules
falling down in exasperation
wishing someone could handle him
if being offered to take up
reluctant to share with others
feeling the little boy mischievous
being her own bundle of joy.
Sauntering up and down
with the frame of work
that be going in the mind
for a long time down the years
as how to complete the task
being nothing very imminent
but getting important
with the years advancing
as how to fulfill the mission
that not be very noble
holding no virtues
that of being born as a human
wish to be of some use to the community
not want to die
as one who was born
has to die a phenomenon
natural and practical too
wanting to be little different
as to be of little help to the people around
never having tried so far
now aiming to do in quick
not knowing what to do
sit pensive for long
deliberating the way to perform.
I see my hands
they look grand
lovely and fine
expressing a sign
The hands write
they do also fight
extending them out
would help many without doubt.
The hands work incessantly
lifting and holding reliably
giving a hand is helping
giving a big hand is clapping .
That goes with the hand in good sense
there being notoriety hence
that of accepting bribe
being no mean jibe
.
The hand that rocks
does things in a shock
that of corruption in the go
tending to be fluent in the flow.
The hands that fold and pray
incline toward a slay
taking the sword in anger
or causing an ignominious trigger .
They being indispensable in all ways
has to be treated with reverence all days 
the good being greater in the run
let we forget the bad they commit as fun
She being concise in whatever she did
being precise and bearing 
no-nonsense attitude
things went on well as prescribed
while people showed their gratitude
as she went about rendering service great
helping others when in need and with great faith
her softness and less speech got misconstrued
people branding her as a person proud
calling her as one who walks with nose in air
the reward she gets for doing good to others
ends up in meaningless gibber and insensible gossip.
Unfettered by all these clauses and clasps
she passes on her service to those who require
that being her support to society in good faith
not thinking of the appreciation or admiration
which she would never get however true she might be.
Help sometimes turns a fault
doing it as a service is a default
getting paid for help is wrong
as you can find it in this song
singing about help without expectation
be the best source of satisfaction
as helping for a cause on the whole
sends an immense pleasure in the fold
the thought of money should never be
nor does the reciprocal come with a fee
as and when it is done forget it
never carry the thought in mind in a bit
go on your way as if nothing has been done
get the help rendered 
out of your mind in turn
that be the cardinal you follow
never having anything in the allow.
Extending a hand
To the needy and ailing
Bestows a wand.
A gentleman comes out stately with a smile.
He wins everyone with a charming smile
He speaks in a measured tone.
He interacts in a subdued tone.
Helping out with open hands is his way of life.
Lending a hand to the needy is part of his life.
He assists those in dire straits for no return.
His good thought enforces a frequent return.
He gets deep into their crisis for no gain.
He gives them solace which is their gain.
His face is like a beautiful flower.
It exudes warmth and cheer as if one sees a flower.
His face reflects an extraordinary brilliance.
Well, it is the overwhelming friendliness found in exuberance.
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