Meenas PoemsIt is all
knowing breed.
It is all accepting creed.
It is all directing lead.
It is all-purpose feed.
It is all amassing greed.
It is the all growing need
It is all germinating seed.
It is all flourishing deed.
It is all nourishing weed.
If all these supersede.
If all these exceed.
If all these accede.
If all these proceed.
If all these succeed.
There would be a stampede.
There would be a great impede.
Promulgating a fall in speed.
Burning the midnight candle,
the girl was reading aloud,
memorizing the portions,
with or without understanding,
as on tomorrow she writes the examination,
it is a three-hour ordeal,
that sets her career,
the marks she scores,
would lead her in life,
well, it is the marks ,
that call for attention,
it is not the comprehension,
that shapes her future,
it might sound natural to all,
to me it is avidly alien,
it sounds incorrigible and unpleasant,
it tastes exclusively bitter,
it is the way of life, they quoth
anything other is an anachronism,they feel,
so, I stand out: an odd woman out.
The sun shines fiery red,
The sky is sparkling bright,
It is a dazzling sight.
The temperature rises high,
The heat makes us sigh,
Forcing us to utter a cry.
The sun becomes fierce,
The redness turns vitreous.
It evolves a lot of fears.
The trees are cut,
The flow of water is shut,
The land turns into a rut.
It is an ominous portraiture,
It is a neglect of nature,
It is an environmental disaster.
There is no retributive action,
Summits are arranged for discussions,
Involving expenses in large proportions.
Leaders fly across the world,
Talk long with eloquence gold,
Return with no solution bold.
Years go in speed,
Yet there is no lead,
To sort out the bleed.
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