Meenas PoemsWithin a day
all went away
it is in such a way
the ill -gotten wealth
disappears in the fray
the greedy hoards
diffuse in the sway
the self-conceited designs
fly from the rays.
the hurriedly piled stock
turns into hay
the evil thoughts
strikes back in a pray
such be the way
within a day 
It is a game they call
It is hide and seek.
it is a child’s play
with one hiding
and one finding.
How many places
they find to hide?
How many ways
they seek to find?
Spots which else
not known to many
get to be discovered
with a strain unfelt.
Hide and seek
goes in a form
lively and gay..
keeping the children
in a happy sway.
The game covers
the adults too
with an altered vision
where innocence gets away
comes in the impulsiveness
in a stealthy stream.
Concealing the presence
for reasons of corruption
is in vogue nowadays.
The cops engage in a seek
driving it hard in places
unknown and unheard of.
Hiding behind a veil
to keep away from shame
has taken a turn at present
while the ignominy strikes through
the ashamed gets out
getting behind someone .
A game of the young
has become a game of
the adults too
not for joy and love of it
but out of necessity and disgrace.
Passion takes the front seat with much pride.
Making all others slide back in a hide.
It tries to embrace all the sides
while standing up like a guide.
It forces one to strictly abide
by releasing an emotional tide.
The writing patch renders a lovely glide
allowing a smooth ride.
The wordy expressions give a beautiful insight
by decking the experiences into a garland bright.
The narrations are sometimes light.
The explanations most times reach a height.
The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.
The authenticity is never a question right.
The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.
On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.
A monkey was hopping around,
It was playing in and around,
Jumped on the telephone line,
Lo! down fell the line.
Two others were up to hide and seek,
One hid under the roof in meek,
The other landed crashing on the top,
L0!The roof fell in a flop.
A little one entered the garden,
Pulled the plants in a style modern,
Out came the roots and stems,
Lo!The garden was damned.
The monkey family was into the house,
Leaving the main family to browse,
How to chase them out en mass?
Lo! the thought kept them engrossed.
Before they could disperse,
The entire household was in reverse,
How to resume it to original?
Oh! it would consume hours terminal!
Meenas Poems 