Meenas PoemsThe heart is heavy
The head forces a levy.
The eyes look teary
The issue is dicey.
That makes one crazy
Maddened one turns
Annoyed one becomes
Desperate is the trend.
Apprehension arises in front
The heart collapses with a grunt.
The simplest of all
Ushers a fall
It is a small call
Holds no ball
Grows up very tall.
Its magnitude is high.
Blows with a velocity in a try.
Reaches up the sky
No more to buy.
Falls short being shy.
Fully diluted the drink becomes insipid
though it is warm and tepid
the taste is not so loving
as it would have been filling
if let go concentrated.
Diluting anything for a purpose
have to serve many in a suppose
turns the drink absolutely tasteless
giving a feeling of discard not less
if that goes for a crowd.
Be that for a drink on the whole
there to raises a policy in the roll
that has to be implemented as such
dissecting it and diluting it as much
if that has to suit the stance.
As found in policies in general
there we go to the issues in final
where decisions are to be resolute
allowing waters to flow and dilute
if that has to work not so well.
The salvation lies in reaching the core
never attach to the fore
when the solution has to be tangible
give no room to anything in a ramble 
if the resolution has to find light.
The curious he be
he going in and out
wanting to know
what it was all about
that which does not concern him
no way he be involved
yet wants to know all the things
that be his way all through
poking his nose into the issues
that crosses not him
or that never entangles him
he gets into every detail
asking why and how now and then
posing what every time
wanting to know more and more
that be his curiosity all these days
going with the idiom most popular
curiosity kills the cat always
so as to say it also certainly 
would kill him one day
Preparing the stage with labour
writing the documents with fervour
focusing on issues with insight
drafting the replies with foresight
has been my way of doing
when there comes the enacting
it is a quite overcoming by my 
better half
who steals the limelight with a big laugh
that stings me to the very bottom
and sinks my spirit to the autumn
quickly reconciling to the destiny
throwing out in disgust my last penny.
The mind-blowing
issue went flying
in the air like a kite
going up and up
to heights unknown
with people talking
and talking for
and against it
in voices low
and high
blowing out of
proportion the
ordinary feud
that raked up
into the skies
igniting it with a fire
that tried to burn
the whole milieu
into tatters
finally falling down
as embers form
high above 
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.
I looked up at the ceiling.
I saw two lizards talking,
What do they have to talk?
Do I sound audacious?
I started wondering,
Their talk continued for long,
It seemed to be never-ending,
I came to understand,
They too have issues to discuss,
More so like men,
Breaking their heads over money,
Worrying about relationships,
Gossiping about others,
Finding fault with administration,
Scolding their little ones,
Quarreling with each other,
I try to follow their voice,
I could not do so,
But finally accepted,
Lizards can talk.
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