Meenas PoemsNice of you to call me
I am in an untold glee
want to talk to you
like to see you
a pull back I feel
holds me in a steal
it is hard to refrain
I know it is for a gain
so I patiently wait
hope to see you straight
the day is not far off
I heartily laugh
Well, that way I reconcile
a pause with a style.
There was a meet a fortnight ago
a family meet in the go
where the cousins
converge and diverge
enter they in high spirits
come out with demoralized ethos
their egos on display
the power reigns supreme
the wealth takes the reign
as in all society
there are classifications
the superlative shadows the rest
a prowess of strength in a show
nothing concrete on the go
talk they of their ancestors
year in and year out
Is it the way to commemorate?
I really do not know .
I am part of the family
an onlooker for a few years
now mostly out of it
nothing personal as such
the audacity overwhlems
that be their way in style
a protest becomes impossible
with certain stipulations in sway
that be my status
a Hameltian dilemma
“To be or not to be.”
A meet there
almost with a lively stare
passes without glare.
The night drew to a dark,
Over there the stray dogs bark,
On the trees the owls hoot,
It was time for the boot,
Heard a loud thud around
The heart beat in a fast bound,
Two masked men moved slowly,
They spoke in a noise lowly,
Shivering in the darkness,
Clasped tight the bolt with firmness,
A blow on the door gave out a blast,
The door was broke open fast,
In charged the men with masks,
Stealthily advanced towards their task,
Rightly reached the safety vault,
Mustering courage without a fault,
Took hold of a deadly lethal weapon,
Dealt a hideous stroke on them thereupon.
Paralysing their movement to a still,
Knew it would be an action uphill,
No matter boldly slapped them severely,
Blood oozed out from their heads profusely,
As they fell down half dead,
Am I alone in the dark?
Nay, my mind was alert like a lark.
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