Meenas PoemsTalking of days old
thinking of them as gold
has been the way for many
comparing event the tiny
with those of them years back
has been in the track
while those who talk and think
feel those being the best in a wink
failing to accept the new
as if they are not in the queue
saying they are not of quality
seeming to have a frailty
that of a less grade
expecting them to fade
and anticipating a break
giving no value to the money spent
being an attitude that needs
to be bent .
There is a change in attitude
Families steeped in tradition
taking on to conservatism
following the traditions
have now shed their inhibitions
as the new generation
wish to get away from the age-old customs
try to inculcate new codes
that of participation and equality in everything
not heeding to the elders
not accepting the seniors decision
where there ushers a straight say
and a straighter play and access
taking the rule in the hand
giving importance to individuality
creating a new trend and frontier
where everyone could raise the voice
and where all wish to be heard.
With the acceptance that change
brings in a new way of life
and lively interaction
the old gives way to the new
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Got a call from a physician
asking whether I need an injection.
What for? I asked in confusion.
Being ill with infection
you have to go for hospitalization
taken care with proper attention
and put on a diet of nutrition
enabling you to get cleared of congestion
also improve your digestion
he was going on and on in continuation
knowing not with whom he was talking to in aberration
I have to listen to the whole in concentration
as I knew him personally and have long association
not to disappoint him saying I am not the patient of his
impression
Sorry to say that the physician is in the fit of imagination
being out of mind for quite some time with memory distraction
As one grows old
the hair turns grey
the eyes see less,
nose functions full
teeth get shaky
and the legs ache
while there is a break
as every joint cracks
and every bone squeaks
so with the colouring of the hair
and spectacles knocking your nose
and dentures lying smart in your mouth
and with stents implanted 
in your heart
you pull along till you can
dragging your legs and feet
holding on with your wobbling hands
as the original has given way to the artificial
It was half past ten in the night
There was silence all around.
There were few light around
coming from the houses in the surround.
Most of the households have become quiet
with the few elderly burning the lamp
reading and watching programs in the T.V.
There was no more activity in the area.
In the dim darkness all things looked sullen.
As every other house got into darkness
with the inmates engaged in relaxation
the night reigned supreme with the moon shining cool.
As everything and everyone had resigned to slumber
there arose a disturbance enough to wake everyone.
It was a blast from a mine far away.
shaking the whole neighbourhood in a take off
Down came the stone rolling down in speed.
The houses lying low got hit by the boulders
The children cried in fright and pain.
The old could not pull themselves out from the horror.
The men ran here and there setting toward rehabilitation.
The women pulled out from the ruins as much as they could
Lay trapped in the ruins a poor dog who warned them earlier.
The house had a watch
an old man in his seventies
sat next to the gate
with a big stick
and a bigger iron rod
ready to attack with force
anyone who trespassed.
So he stood for an hour
then went round the house to monitor
came back and stood there
as before in a state ready
to charge the trespassers
all in one blow.
Standing for more than two hours
his tired legs gave way and he sank
on his stool stretching his legs.
As all things goes he felt sleepy
and before he could sit in comfort
his eyes closed firmly shunning the world.
A quarter of an hour later
the lady of the house came out
seeing the watch in deep slumber
opened her mouth to shout in anger
but his drooping figure with the stick
and rod in hand made her sad .
The next day she called the old man
who frightened to face the lady came trembling.
She looking kindly at him said with sympathy
that he could retire and be at home.
Reading his mind the lady said
his salary would be taken care off.
With silvery hair and sunken eyes
With stuttering talk and toothless jaw
With thin physic and a bent gait
With slow walk and a feeble talk
the man still reigns strong
not over the country or a state
but over his frail mind
keeping it alert and agile
abreast of the world affairs
well versed in economy
strong in business ethics
stronger in pathos and
strongest in recommendations
The car is moving slowly.
Is it old ? I ponder
It looked latest and brand new.
Yet it went slowly.
Thought that the driver is old.
Little shaky and partially blind
to drive in normal speed.
but found out the driver is not old.
Then the driver should be a learner.
Perhaps he is driving for the first time
so a bit nervous and frightened.
Not so he seems to be an expert.
Why did the car move slowly
Wanting to know the reason
went behind it as though in a procession..
Last found out why it went slowly?
You might curse me for my curiosity.
Well that has been my way of life
seeing things that others do not see
like the car moving slowly.
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Giving way to new things in a fest.
Giving chance to young at the best.
Giving place to new order in a test
So goes the world in a flow
as change brings in a result slow.
Leaving the old things behind.
Leaving the aged in the hind.
Leaving the old order away from the bind.
So goes the world in a flow
as old takes the back row.
Taking up enthusiasm as a cue.
Taking over by youth is true.
Taking in fresh air from the blue.
So goes the world in a flow
as novelty assumes a glow.
Brushing aside the experience as a yardstick.
Brushing aside the oldies as one with a walking stick.
Brushing aside the tested ideals like a prick.
So goes the world in a flow
as wisdom retreats with a bow.
I wonder,
How life goes about all day?
Invigorating a few most times,
Intimidating most at times,
Provoking a struggle all times,
I wonder,
I keep on wondering,
I would wonder till I die.
Well, Death is another wonder,
Snatching 
the young at times,
Leaving the old many times,
Saddening all, all the times,
I wonder,
I keep on wondering,
I would wonder till I die.
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