Meenas Poems
Think for a while
quoth my mother in style
I was upset in a way
things have gone astray
Lo! my mother interrupts
her wisdom disturbs.
Have I been ever rash?
there I see a flash
It is but foolish
I had not spoken my wish
It is my silence all through
rash it is in terms true
quietness is an arrogance
considered also as an irreverence
Well! that is me through and through
always to myself without a clue
the same to those far and near
even to my mother so dear.
The talk going on
just an empty talk on and on
a veiled talk in the front
an open attack in the back
that be the travel around
as they go up the road
with a strong wind
and come down the will
with the flow against them
these are the craziest people as seen
who talk nothing with sense
these are the crankiest fellows I know
who talk all lies in the upfront
these are the most cantankerous group all around
who make most by talking irreverent things .
Relying on them is but foolish
going by the words is idiocy
taking them up for revenge is derogatory
ignoring them then and there is prudence.
Meenas Poems 