Meenas Poems
The little robin red breast
sat on a high rest
called out at its voice best
his love set forth a test
perhaps for a jest
hid herself behind a thorny bush
the little robin flew win a rush
could not find her in the lush
finally settled down with a hush
the female after a lot of fuss
came out smiling glorious
the robin kissed her all gracious
Fair she looks
Fair in all ways
the skin being light
the thoughts being great
the attitude always passive
the speech almost right
the movement very straight
she being honest
lives a life just and fair
fair in all she could and should
smiles with a shine
expresses with a fine
Indeed, she is a loving kind.
Affinity for a particular
love for the specific
find no reason whatsoever
be it for the good
or be it for the bad
the inclination as seen
knows no bounds
it overwhelms though
it flows over not slow
floods all the more
might bring benevolence
might also cast a fury
both being unknown
the rationality not seen
the affinity grows in speed
while the love mops up
the flaws and foibles all through
shows only the bright traits
as other deficits tank down
called as plausibility of love.
Help is a noble sort
much or big does not matter
the thought bears a stigma
none other charity does hold
help is a form of simple
a talk with love lives long
a hand offered works high
a direction shown stand above
the very thought itself is the culmination
or can I say it a confluence
where charity and philanthropy
born in the abode of help
spread their wings in and around
Mind you, the simplicity should stay
lest it loses its charm in the stream
absolved by the fanfare all ahead.
Love is spontaneous
that spurts out immediate
stays for long all day
never retreats in a day.
Love from the heart might be so
keeps the mind in glow
the events travel in a flow
high above they are never low .
Love for the flesh is not so
wanes in a year or so
the infatuation as they call in a blow
that strikes with a madness in toe.
The permanence in love greatly seen
much
adjustments are in the scene
it is ever fresh and green
though the years roll in a dream
Up in the sky
I see a dove flying high
calm and sober in her try
She cruises up with no effort
She turns down all in a sudden
her white supple body is not a burden
she glides gracefully into the garden
straightens herself with a pose
She walks slowly down the aisle
makes no noise as she passes with a style
swerves her milky white body
perching herself on the tree
Her little ones nestle
close to her when she enters
she places them in a hole
as she wants to build a nest new.
The dove flies up and down
busy in her sojourn
She sets a perfect tone
as a mother in the fore
She embodies purity and love
a sign of peace is the dove
looks like an angel in the grove
moving about with poise 
Serve it hot you may.
Serve it cold you may
Serve it with love you should
Serving such way you could
do service being very simple.
The trees in the garden
called me near with a request
hearing their call I went closer
they bent down to talk to me
I stood on my heels to reach them
they bent into half or even lower
still could not reach me
I trying to lift my heels
could push no further
we , both at different levels
being able to hear each other
got into the conversation
with the tree asking me
never to cut her or uproot her
as she is my well-wisher
and would prove a great asset
with her branches wide and large
warding off the dust and pollution
remain faithful to my children also.
Stroking her with love
I assured her that I would never do harm
as I relish her company more than anything.
Hiding behind her mother
the little girl peeped out
while coming out now and then
winked at me for sure.
Her mother was talking to me serious
I could not cope with her 
sobriety
my eyes were on the little one
longing to have a glimpse now and then.
As she winked in the intervals
I winked back wiith a grin
she giggled and hid behind
the scene went on for long.
The mother not knowing what was happening
went along with her narration
hoping that i would listen
did not stop in between.
With my attention on the girl
heard nothing of her mother’s tale
when the mother completed her story
I was nowhere in the midst.
The mother asked me few questions
trusting I would give an answer
I, knowing not what was told
blinked and mumbled something.
The mother got offended
walked away dragging the little one
the girl turned and gave another wink
winking back I sat satisfied.
The mother in all of us
the kindness found in us
the great quality of all of us
where compassion gets the strong
that be of mercy in a belong.
The facets are too many in the sphere
that being romantic, filial and erotic too
the most illustrious being the motherly
that finds itself in a glow and a gleam
with expressions of tenderness and care.
The eyes that reflect the profundity
emit the spark of impassionate love
the very look renders an embrace
registering a soul lifting exaltation
that is unfathomable and immeasurable.
Meenas Poems 