Meenas PoemsThe phone rings continuously
know not from when really
goes on without a break
not enough to shake
I sit there like a stone
as if without a bone
Why did I not answer?
I am not very sure
This happens not once
takes place with a bounce
Why do I act so quixotic?
Could I be a mystic?
I do dream a lot
and mostly get caught
I live in a reverie of my own
nothing to do with mysticism in tone.
Life is to live well,
With cheer and peace,
Driving hatred in a fleece,
Interacting with an ease,
Oh ! Do we have more to tell?
Life is to earn ,
With hard work and perseverance,
Amass wealth never at other’s grievance,
Make money with due diligence,
Oh! Is it the only yearn?
Life is to be happy,
Cherish every minute with a proper outfit,
Enjoy each experience in a true befit,
Chase melancholy as it is a culprit,
Oh! Is it not a little crappy?
Life is to save,
Preserve health with care
Never seek wealth with a glare,
Hold on to the present bare,
Oh! Is there anything more to rave?
Life is for the present,
It is not for the future,
Live well today in rapture,
Live dignified now with nomenclature,
Oh! Can’t you see yonder light flourescent?
Life is for only once,
A mad rush for money is indecent,
A struggle for largess is least complacent,
Losing health in the milieu becomes permanent,
Oh! tell me, is it not a bad bounce?
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