Thinking can make a man great and wise,
It also convicts him to be a man with vice,
Thoughts bring in wisdom most times,
They also draw horror certain times.
Good thoughts take us to great heights,
Kind thoughts lead us to a beacon of light,
Noble thoughts enhance our soul
Loving thoughts enliven all.
The evil mind works on mischievous ugly plans
The scathing temper bursts out on the clan,
The intention of distorting the flow,
Is expressed in venomous blow.
The inclination to strangle and squeeze the kin
Whether it be your own sister or brother in,
W ho suck the last drop of blood like a leech,
Causing a destruction beyond reach.
It is a well planned but disproportionate devour ,
Willing to swallow the cake and the pie with great power,
Leaving not a morsel or a wee bit to the co born,
Devastating grotesquely her to the forlorn.
It may sound a little far-fetched to you,
To me it is the course of life in true,
Right from childhood I unknowingly became a prey,
To the siblings greed which I demurely accepted without a say.
Still they are not appeased and contented,
Having made me bereft of all the content,
They strive to drain the pride and diligence I hold,
Amongst all oddities and eventualities like a bold.
I sigh and heave ” why was I born?”
In a family to be discarded as leaf torn.
May be I was an anomaly in my mother’s womb,
Which after living for so many years creates a dome.
Isolating myself from the macabre horizon
I chose to live in an unknown zone.
Living a life of anonymity in seclusion,
Away from the intriguing deceiving intrusion.
Am working like a devil to forget the loss,
More or less achieved the gain on the floss,
I Pray hard not to set my eyes on them,
No more of disenchantment from them
Meenas Poems 