Organs make up a living being,
Eyes do the seeing,
Ears open to the hearing,
Nose loves smelling,
Mouth has two dealings,
That of eating and talking,
Hands do the performing,
Foot enables wandering.
Eyes ears and nose are all but free,
Mouth ,hands and foot are the three,
That succumb to man’s spree,
Making him grow up like a tree,
Both in abstract and virtual glee,
Driving him busy like a bee,
Finally placing him in a desperate flee.
It is best to control all the six,
Though it is difficult to fix
While the vision flicks,
As the smell tricks,
Then the hearing clicks,
All the three act as though in fits,
Reckoning a flashy duel in ticks
Elaborating a macro of the micro in a glitz.
The mouth engages in a rolling speed,
Splicing up the fragments into a deed,
Hands do rob and feed,
Implicating a good and a nasty lead,
The feet saunters through the less tread,
Implying a not so trendy breed,
Installing a homogeneous bleed,
Fostering a disenchantment throughout the creed.
Meenas Poems 