Meenas PoemsRight across the ocean
there lived a fish alone
it swam in a portion
with a very happy tone
nurtured no notion
slept soundly in peace
until a tsunami swept
the ocean into pieces
the fish helplessly wept
seen no more in less.
The physical exertion
makes the body tired
the limbs go aching
the joints cry for rest
the bending and straightening
takes the toll in a grip 
with the perspiration huge
the body loses its power
becoming a sordid waste.
The mind in its full exercise
calls for a rest almost pressing
as being totally exhausted
with thinking and planning
strategical and provisional
how to get along smooth
and how to execute carefully
that becomes an obsession
taking the life out to a naught
There was a snap.
Tut tut it broke in a slap.
It broke into pieces from the top.
Dum dum it fell in a flop.
It looked miserable from the slot.
Oh! oh! it lay in panic like a clot.
Its pieces lay strewn in the plot.
Lo! lo! there was anguish among the lot.
Could it be redeemed from loss?
Nay, nay, never could it be so in a toss.
Was it a piece of glass that lay shattered?
Alas! restoring it would be a task withered.
Was it anything that caused an expensive casuality?
God forbid buying again would be a vanity.
It was neither glass nor a costly treasure.
It was an abstract design in feature.
It was not visible in nature.
It was highly emotional in stature.
The proximity to the theme is drawing close.
It was the filial relation that fell apart in blows.
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