Meenas PoemsThe mountain looked majestic and arresting
almost touching the blue skies.
Massive it appears and gorgeous it seems
almost covering the green fields
Towering it exclaims and awesome it signifies
almost extending to the blue sea.
Dense it lies thickened and clustered it unfolds
almost holding the green vegetation.
Great it is to see the huge mountain standing high
a magnificence withholding all sighs.
The majestic hills
with their slopes
and winding paths
stand apart
tall and broad
towering and hovering
carrying with them
a powerful synergy
and a dramatic irony
that of greatness in tone
and a simplicity in bearing
proposing a deign
and a shine
that is inherent
in their bind
The hills greet all
with pleasure and cordiality
supplying amply
a coolness and freshness
appropriate for relaxation
adding colour to the cheeks
and relieving the body of its strain.
A stock of animals roam high up
coming down in search of food
pass of doing no harm
if left undisturbed
but come with an attack
if seen playing truant.
The water flowing down the hills
glitter like silver
when sun’s rays fall on them
flowing with a hissing sound
and the bees buzzing about
while the birds chirp and tweet
adding mirth to the surroundings
A week in the hills a year
revitalise the body and mind
adding tenor and vigour.
The majestic get up fades with age
yet there is a trace of it left behind
which keeps the posture intact
As we get old our outlook takes a different note
Keeping the house intact
with the children getting in as they are born
and getting out once they grow
flying out with new-found wings
Then the husband takes the prime slot
calling her out for each and every other errand
treating the equally aging wife like an errand boy.
The wife runs hither and thither looking after him
and then gets tired of the running
reclining back to a relaxation.
Now with the issues both private and business holding her
wherein she could find time to take care of herself?
In the milieu she gains weight unknowingly
and her figure gets a little drenched out
stretched most by the child births
and more also by the stress and strain she undergoes.
Looking after herself takes a back seat
and she gets ahead still trying to maintain her poise.
Dignified she still is with a difference
as she has grown bulky with flesh deposits in prime areas
and hair greying around the temples with deep 
lines in her forehead
and a double chin a new status she has achieved
after years of slogging and working
which has went unnoticed and unhonoured.
Still with a discipline and decorum and what little majesty is left
she prolongs waiting for the call of eternity.
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