Meenas Poemsthe flower blooms
signalling prosperity
the grass grows thick
indicating fertility
the trees yield fruits
showing out their fecundity
the man powers his strength
destroying the fellow human
the one or the other thrives
not for their own
but to make others happy
while man gets stronger
turning his own breed unhappy
while tormenting the rest.
That is a flower
a fruit and grass
Well, that is also
the man at the last.
Mountains are in crumbles
Oceans are up in trembles.
Land has become a gamble.
Rivers are in shambles
The land which grew grains
looks a desert without rains.
Hills which appeared magnificent
have lost their translucent.
The Seas which were soft
have risen up to great lofts.
The rivers’ were transparent
now express shabbiness apparent.
The cause for such situation
be found in the enunciation
where man’s greed is manifested
with every other resource being inflicted.
Away he went with seething anger
cursing everyone with a danger
swearing with accursed synonyms
calling for a consequence in an antonym
Poor man he being deceived by his siblings
deprived in the most of all his belongings
unable to retrieve them much he tried
had to relinquish them I feel afraid
as he has to stay in this world safe in a demure
fearing greatly that his remaining days would turn insecure
While entering into the world the baby cries
To live in this world everyone cries.
Whilst
in death man cries
Long long ago there lived a man.
man even now lives you might say.
This man who lived ages back
looked not extraordinary
had no wealth exorbitant
not educated highly
telling you all the negatives
I am trying to build up an image.
Again, this man being simple and straight
a diligent worker and great thinker.
He thought of his shortcomings
He slowly came out of them
waging a calm battle.
He earned little spent even less
kept his family in decent status
tending to them with love and care.
In his leisure he read books
he not only read them
but followed the precepts
ended up compiling a great book
This ordinary man became a bard
in no short time 
A man of little means
working from morn to night
not a permanent job in hand
but doing odd jobs at many a home
very well-mannered and genial
above all most trustworthy
has no expectations in life
lives from his earnings
with his children and wife
moving about in a bicycle
answers every call with a smile
and talks affably to everyone.
Sad to say that man had to face a brunt
from one of his masters
who called him to his office
scolded him for no reason at all
asking him to 
swear that too
on his child ‘s head
he had to do and did he
then walked out from the place
carrying his little child
completely broken and devastated.
He grumbles
all the time
with a long face and pouting lips
finding fault for no reason or rhyme
he murmurs and scolds without any tips
that being his behaviour all times
he is shunned by most in all slips.
Nurturing a vengeance over everyone
irrespective of their stature or standing
he spits venom barring none
worsening the relationship to a breaking
always cursing having no fun
a ruthless wicked man in the run.
Upon a tree
sat a monkey
scratching her head
There came two other monkeys
might be her friends for long.
They had a reliable chat
with voice raising high
interrupted by a guffaw
intercepted by gestures
including humour and feelings
as well as love and tales
It was nice to watch them
A
lmost half an hour passed
taking not my eyes from them
followed their talk
could make nothing out
but could understand
that there was a bondage
strong and lasting
kept them in terms
without much trepidation.
Slightly off the track
I thought of men
not very appropriate at this time
but could not stop comparing
as men could not prolong
with such affinity
not able to connect so affably
Thinking so, I turned back
scratching my head.
Talking about a Great Man
years after his death
vouchsafed well for the man
remember his glorious life
is not full of roses blooming
as thorns many are found in a plant
that gives out flowers in abundance
Well talking long and short
alone will not go great in terms
as it was not his way of living
he demanding a performance best
and creditable befitting his credentials.
None think about it in real significance
but go on making merry by talking
conducting meets and get together
bringing out nothing in the end
just a meet and a forget
along comes in quick succession
the next meet and go ahead.
The twinkling stars race across the sky.
The full moon stands steadfast shining bright
as the darkness envelopes the clear blue sky
rendering a coolness different
from the day bright.
With the night setting in slowly in the sky
the birds gradually retreat into their nest
and the animals sluggishly lie down for rest
man gets on his night life in a grand old bar.
When every living being gets back into the cool
man gets into the much burning liveliness
losing his energy and health in a pub
boozing merrily and watching dancing dames.
Quixotic is man deviating from the proclaimed precepts
thinking high of himself but stoops much low than his counterparts.
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