Meenas PoemsThe morning breaks so fast
while the evening folds so late
that be the day in cast
as the hours pass in a rate
with the morn opening up with the darkness
and the night closing down with the brightness
it is absolutely man-made
not to blame on Nature as such
it plays the role perfect and ready made
Man sets his clock ahead for reasons known 
might be also unknown to most
as the governance takes the upper hand
and thinks it is above all very invincible.
Clever she feels
great she thinks
beautiful she adores
herself in a stream
of all excellent quality
overshadows her foibles
that be her confidence
high above a level
that of her pride
too much in an overbear
Yes, she walks with head high
never sees down at all
always focuses on the stars
that do not shine in the morn.
There be a morn
with no sun
There be a night
with no stars
There be a woman
with no beauty.
There be a man
with no sense
There be a hill
with no trees 
There be a river
with no water
Oh! there is everything around
nothing being good.
That be the day
when the world
comes to an end.
With the morn
there rises the sun slowly
bringing in glory 
The early morning sun
not too hot nor too bold
rises up in the sky 
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shedding a lively prism
that of joy and fresh
lending cheer with a hush
the new day dawns.
With the sun in angles
ascending from the sea in triangles
might also rise from the hills
as many versions go with it in the bill
the day opens out in a flight
causing an extreme delight
that goes with its merry sojourn.
The morn sees a series of acts in turn
one of rushing out with a concern
going to schools and work spots
with a precipitated hurry
carrying loads of books on back
and loads of ideas in track
moving in a frenzied mood.
The gay of the morn turns morose
as the duties evoke a force
a terrible schedule on the anvil
had to be executed with or without will
unable to enjoy the liveliness
we stray away into the sordidness
losing the essence of joie de vivre.
With the day breaking into a morn
the sun came up and shone
making the world glow
as the movements got into a flow
with a rush and a push all over
the sound and bound in a hover
a clamber there and a clamour here
the world gets busy and noisy to hear
meantime the sun rises up to the top
sending a significant warmth atop
the world tuning weary and tired
with its inhabitants getting fired
both by their heads and the sun
there being a desire for fun
which sets in with the sun going down
while the evening gets across
and the world gets back the loss
indulging in fun and mirth getting deep
till they go back to slumber and sleep.
A little while ago
in the early hours
while getting up from bed
the telephone rang.
Gathering the body together
Took the receiver
heard a loud laugh with
a noise of clearing the throat.
Little bewildered on one side
and bit amused on the other
in a tone angry shouted
Hello , hello, hello thrice.
The laughter did not stop
went on for a few seconds
and a voice gruff
spoke in mono syllables
Take care of you
Take care of your belongings
Take care of your safety.
followed by loud laughter.
The voice was familiar
but changed to deceive
It was my friend’s
who plays such games for fun.
Fun or real
such calls are annoying
and cause a fear and dislike
early in the morn.
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It is a twinkle for months together,
It works for a specific time altogether,
Twinkle does it for 3 hours in the morn.
It recedes to a hole in the post morn.
Then it comes out in the afternoon.
Again for three hours it lights up in the noon
Back it goes down in the dusk.
Remains so almost in a husk.
Appears for an hour from thence.
Quickly disappears from shining hence.
Surfaces again for an hour-long.
Hides itself in pitch dark for little long.
Shoots up from nowhere all at once.
Will it sustain the switch offs in a sense?
What is it all about? you may wonder.
It might be Greek or Latin to you.
Well, that is what we endure everyday.
Switch ons and switch offs of electricity through the day
Make us wriggle in scorching heat
Affect the industrial output in a beat.
Lets the children study with candles lighted.
The administration goes about with mirth elated.
Do you want to know about the place,I am talking?
It is Tamilnadu, the southern state of India, in the awakening,
Nevertheless, they say India is shining incredibly! all the more.
I want to bring to light this failure of electricity to the world more and more
Tiny dew drops shine like diamonds ,
They oscillate over the fragile green grass,
Shimmering in the glistening sunrise,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
Little buds peep out from the nodules,
They are in red, rose and blue,
Dancing in the morning breeze,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
Small children walk up the road to school,
They chuckle and chatter as they move,
Exchanging friendly gestures and pep talk,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
The glory of the day lies not in calls,
The charm of the hour is not based on tries,
The contentment rests on impressive sights,
That take us to infinite heights.
The beauty of the morn is not to be missed,
It has to be repeatedly cherished,
The dew drops, bud and child are personifications,
Of transcendental truth and exuberant bliss.
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