Meenas PoemsA lady of yesterday
dignified and stately
a lady of today
casual and smart
be a lot of difference
a distinct decorum
seen in the yesteryears
a let go attitude
found in the recent
attribute it to the time
be that of the years
more so of the generation
a wide mouthed chasm
penetrates through the prism
Do you hear a sigh near
could it be afar
nay very much from me
mumbling to myself
Oh! the good old days.
Unfathomable as the ocean
deep and intense in thoughts
she brooks no erosion
she being taught
the value of life in all
she being disciplined as well
not to speak ill nor lies tall
the words she lets out in few
carry a significance great in due
a lady with an ingenuity in focus
dignified she walks in status
the one whom I admire from a distance
being one who commands high reverence
could she be noted as one of distinct reference.
The tradition I like
be it in food
be it in attire
like to wear and eat
the age old
might look out of date
know not why I am so?
blame my mother for it
could be the family background
brought up with a restriction
nay not restriction
could be the discipline
the strictness and the outlook
instilled in me from childhood
being active even now
at the ripe age
what is taught at your initial years
shapes you into what you are today 
Having been absent for long
she feels different in all
she could do nothing wrong
she is away from the throng.
Her presence is a welcome
she comes like a song melodious
her skill could source an income
her liveliness relieves the strenuous.
Quiet she was in all her actions
smart she was at the same time
measured she was in her interactions
focused she was at the same time.
That being her style of life
her moves are same in her attitude
placid and plausible in her strive
she is full of gratitude.
Come to my land
go with a band
fold the hands
take an elegant stand
look not bland
show up grand
create your brand
live happily amidst all 
that be your life in all
as you slowly diffuse into sand.
Weird and worn out in the shape
ape
looks like a haggard in form
the great city of New York
lacks the lustre it henceforth
the impetuosity is lost
the statehood never found
What would that be?
it is a but a sad tale to tell
like a woman aging in course
makes up her face in a choice
draws her eyes with care
creases the wrinkles all fair
pays attention to the eyebrows
dyes her hair hiding the grey locks
conceals the blemish with creams
goes on the make do’s for hours
yet the basics remain the same
while with a few hours shine
the artificial dies through
exhibiting the original
so much more this Famed city
has withered with years
as it bursts open slowly
exposing the innermost ugliness
depicted well on the interior
surfacing on to the exterior
the wrinkles ironed out smoothly
appear more prominent than before
same way as in aspects distinct
the land once glorious and exalted
now is pale and beaten to the core
not a picture of beauty any more
only a portrait of a wretched existence
far away from progress and thrive
The heart turns heavy
the head revolves in a kind
tears flow down freely
as news of death came at noon
a woman of great strength
stored everything in mind
no word drops out in a hurry
that be her forte
lived so long so
with tempers under control
spoke a few times when necessary
silence most of the period
a lady of great capability
not on to university
a scholar by experience
sober and sullen she lived
quiet and dignified she passed away
this day of the month at early morn
daughters all around her in togetherness
hope her mandate would go down
to her progeny without a break
would 
raise her flag with pride
though her breath has sunk down
her spirit lives all around
a kindly light has taken its flight
God be with her always!
I know a sincere woman
so kind and loving
devoted to her husband
doted on her children
was held not with pride by him
treated with a slightest care
thought her to be innocent
more like a dumb doll
paid no attention to her wish
while she to restorethe husband’s health
borrowed heavily in silence
repaid every pie doing handwork
did a mistake by not procuring
the promissory note from the borrower
who black mailed her at times
finally the husband came to know
reprimanded her without mercy
bade her to walk out in the night
as all good things happen late
the borrower changed his mind suddenly
gave back the note to her
the husband calmed down
the woman by now had become suave
she bid adieu and walked out straight
into the open big world
to find herself born again
the dumb doll became a clever lady.
It is too much cries she
her face turns red with anger
She is busy like a bee
never once enters into a slander.
Her foes and friends alike
talk about her in length
describe her as a person unlike
portray her as a woman of no strength.
She is lady of authority
stern and disciplined
speaks sense and is positive
reserved and independent.
Her demeanour misleads many
as they find her impossible
she pays attention to details tiny
she is a character all forcible.
She does not aligns with anyone for benefits
if for a cause she be the first
plunging head and soul in an implicit
goes about with an unsaturated thirst.
Women of such calibre are rare
they are found one in a million
yet she could not escape the glare
as she commands a wealth of billions.
She calls me now and then over phone
brief she would talk at times
lengthy she would go most times
talking of events of past
telling of details present
all with precision abrupt.
She expects a listening patient
traces our distraction
offended she becomes at this juncture
shoots a retort in the quick
closes down the phone in anger
an act of rashness all the more.
She lives away from all friends and relatives
most do not wish to communicate with her
for fear of behaviour harsh
as she goes on with fiery swear and curse
breaking into sobs and cries loud
wretched she seems to be then.
Unless she mends her ways
none would renew 
the ties
her tempers always on the rise
unpredictable and scary
force even the closest to run away
poor lady she has to start anew.
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