Meenas Poems
The cyclones and storms
the earthquakes and jolts
the rains and floods
experienced one after another
be it in South Carolina
be it in Afghanistan
felt in the Philippines
all too soon and sudden
has left the world in a shock
terrible to the flock
who have lost their houses
been left homeless and in desolation
the furious disasters have destroyed
the land is in ruins and rubbles
an aftermath of a great tragedy
hard to set right with a mutilated hand
the whims of Nature being hard to predict.
It is a far away place
away even to trace
no one should know
away from the daily flow
the sun should rise late
lethargic and lazy of date
shine a little and hide a while
bright and dark in an alternative style
the wind soft and feather like
goes past striking the face alike
could resemble a kiss and an embrace
chivalrously bestowed with grace
the rains should come like a sprinkle
a shower so light and petal soft in a tickle
while I sit there besotted at the top
besieged by none of my worldly thoughts
just breathing and breathing out the fresh air
my nostrils swell with gusto as there be none to share
my mind traverses across in a flight of fancy
wishes to land nowhere but sail in a trance
an unexplained tranquillity prevails
as I gaze around quoting a hail
Hail To Thee, Nature in all your glory
an exhilaration beyond an explainable story.
The wind blows forever
the moon basks in its glory
so does the sun shines
while the ocean roars
the river sings
as the streams flow
the mountains stand majestic
with the hillocks graceful
nature is wonderful
happy and joyful
the only eyesore
be man’s neglect
he spits and spews
draws and drives
chews and churns
his greed knows no bounds
yet he does with vigour
being the sole beneficiary
.
When I have nothing to do
I turn to Nature
as it is always in the go
has in it a regular feature
dawn and dusk to dark 
it rolls on every day almost
sun, wind or rain in sight
it revolves with a vigour most
seen with a bloom here
semblance of a fade there
Nature is never tired
unlike me who cries
for the trivia in a sob
the heart sends a throb
I sit there with down cast eyes
Nature smiles at me cheerfully
Of course, with no ties!
Nature is bounteous
in rain and shine
the feel is tremendous
with the experience fine.
The rain copious
signals a thrive excellent
also a disaster when surplus
in the form of flood unpleasant.
The sun ever so kind
bathes the land with light
also fixes it in a bind
when it rages ferociously in sight.
The power of Nature is such
with growth and dearth
on one side it releases a prosperity much
on the other 
it drains the earth
A stretch of land lies ahead
once a green pasture
where cattle grazed long ago
a sight of greenery everywhere.
The land looks dead now
with no vegetation all over
strains of fissures on the soil
exposing the dire status .
The land stands an example
illustrating the nature’s unpredictability
where rains poured a year ago
experience a drought severe now.
As all things go with statistics
the weather also agrees with forecast
though not to the core in all
they largely align to the feasibility.
Have to pass on with a reference
where most have to get across
whether it be drought or flood
we have to pull through.
Teaching through poetry
being not easy as a song
that comes from the heart
set on its own tune and rhythm
not bound by any metric trend
be the way of many a poet.
Going rapturous over nature
with the beauty exhilarating
the rose calling you
and the trees beckoning you
could be clothed in verse
with a joy and with physical attribution.
Be not the same with the abstract
that of dealing with ideals exact
the verse come forth with a didactic note
enhancing the qualities that are to be adapted
leaving out those that are to be eschewed
there be a significant restraint and serenity around.
Each one writes differently with a style
likes not to be dictated by the famous
just being they are recognised
they tend to be authoritative in their approach
which the lesser poet likes not most
for being lesser does not mean poorer in skill and content
The days go in a hurried move
I wonder why they move
if they stay almost so
be not in a steady go
it would be great in the flow
as the leisure would be there
nothing to hurry and take care
else all would be lovely and fair
as there would be no passing of the day
with the clock not moving in a way
the sun ascending lethargically all day
as we slowly munch our break fast
while we sip our tea not in deliberate cast
sitting back leaning on a pillar all the more
with legs drawn straight to the fore
there we relax hearing nature’s song
the orchestra of the birds and insects playing
there we pass and pause with joy
Is that day anything near so as to enjoy?
if that be so close and so near
I would remain in this land without fear
.
The drawings of nature
broad and great in stature
gi
ve a colourful feature
that much for the rapture
considering the drawings otherwise
that of extracting her in size
mostly of her goodness likewise
that of her bounties and freebies
even after providing so much
she has not lost her glamour as such
she still keeps in constant touch
with the humanity that has looted her in bunch
that be her unique benevolence
granting her a grand relevance.
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.
Meenas Poems 