Meenas PoemsIt is going to be noon
the sun is right over the head
its rays penetrate too soon
scorches the body red.
At noon the glorious sun
stands straight without a move
it never goes for a run
but pays havoc in a prove.
The windows and doors are closed
none of the rays pass in
yet the sun’s heat enters the enclosed
grips the residents without a din.
The air circulated is hot
it stifles and strangles in slow
unable to make a start
the people resign to the fate in no glow.
There is in my country
impetus to every scheme
with the noon meal in schools
to the school bags and slippers
there runs a long list in stretch
comes there the job for all
extend one hundred rupee
an hourly basis routine
along with that 
few more indices
a television set for the needy
free power to the poor
seat allocation for the backward class
in schools and colleges
age relaxation for the schedule tribes
in admission and retirement
a discreet case study grades
all these to a level of defunct
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
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