Meenas Poems
A sparrow brown and white
came down in a flight
along with came down another
could be his wife or lover no matter
played with affection in the green land
which stretched far and looked grand
a black squirrel hopped and jumped
looked around in great pomp
saw the birds together in love
moved towards them on a tiptoe
the little sparrows flew away
each one in a different direction sad to say
the lovely scene ended up in such a way
It is a death of profound grief
a relative, Professor of long years
worked until the last with a belief
dependence on the children causes a fear
breathed his last in the most unexpected
not at home or hospital as one would expect
but in the college where he was respected
lecturing his favorite solid mechanics subject
slipped and collapsed all of a sudden
a glorious death to a teacher of five decades
to him the college was the beautiful garden
he worked even after retirement, not for fun
the transitoriness of life shocks one
the man who is so full of life and bright
becomes a corpse in a second
Well, that is the truth many fail to realize
behave rudely, speak ill and are biased
they live in faults and sins
dodge and deceive their own kin
the curse would befall not only on them
follow 
their progeny as well
Round and round
I go in concentric circles
an unending travel.
Round and round
I go in a roundabout
a tiring journey
Round and round
I go through a monotony
a fathomless approach.
Round and round
I go to a blind spot
a target unreachable.
Round and round
it is always in rounds
not one tangible
Seem not to move stagnant
stagnant it remains
a push could prove
a fruitful gain
know not how to do
stand there in the queue
overtake and a surpass
has never been my pass
so wait is the only way
patience throughout the day
recall the words of Milton
they also serve
who stand and wait,
The morning calls so often
makes me jittery
with eyes half open
get up hastily
stretch the hands lazily
pick up with a reluctance
speak with no indulgence
whoever it might be
having lost the glee
the sleep early in the morning
and a wake up with a yawning
keeps me in cheer the whole day
lost now by this untimely call.
untimeliness in any way
provokes a fury all day.
The equation goes along
the one not an equal
the other very competitive
the rich outnumber the poor
not often seen in society
if found the wealth strikes
the display is tremendous
open in a way of illumination
in the mode of driving
limousines and chauffeured drivers
palatial mansions and sprawling gardens
an eye capture and a grand living style
juxtaposed with the poor in the surround
where huts become homes in large
their dwelling is meagre in standards
the meals frugal and simple
with nothing much to talk about
the distinction sets in a trend
an obvious one for that matter
a high stylish living on one side
a hand to mouth existence on the other
these leave us gape and wonder
how such inequality arises?
the rich wealthy by inheritance
or by sheer luck or through illegal means
the poor in such sordidness with little to eat
fall into the depth of penury due to lethargy
cause of a gamble, a failure to perform
ill fate or an ignorance in all
know not what brought in the demarcation
exist in the east and west without difference
a situation needs an urgent 
behest.
the financial world commands
there are few demands
art and learning
sculpture and painting
concern not with monetary ethics
they wish to rely on aesthetics
most not understand the sensitivity
they are drawn towards the economics
the deals of buy and sell in gross
with that of profit and loss
ascertain a grand entry into society
they walk with an imperial virtuosity
there are few others in the community
who ape and end up sordidly
pose as great men with interests diverse
little they know how their proportions work inversely
ignorant of the delicacies of art
they talk about money from the start
such men are a threat to mankind
impostors in all manner and kind.
The dryness pervades
as the sun invades
the heat is in a tirade
no rains to trade
the warmth has made
the skin to shrink
they are on the brink
of a break in a wink
hard to create a link
with a blink
the sun stares at the most
not only in the coast
in every way it boasts
makes of man a roast.
I am nowhere
I find myself not anywhere
I could be seen not everywhere
I am distanced from the where’s.
I do not fit into any wear
I have my own distinctive wear
I could be rarely found in any other wear
I am almost in a state of tear and wear.
I use all the different kinds of wares
silverware and other metalwares
prefer to utilise the natural wares
as they contribute to the welfare.
The artificial are found anywhere
plastics and polyurethane wares
polyester and polyurethane in wears
Oh! the wares wear me out everywhere.
These be the reason I am nowhere
Cotton is my favourite wear
Pots are lovely earthenwares
With them,
I wish to be everywhere
A flash strike there arose
placards and slogans came forth
the shouts went up the sky
the anger came from nowhere
the strikers marched forward
held the traffic for a time
the city turned stand still
what for is the strike?
nobody knew for true
the pedestrians joined the queue
the drivers alighted from the vehicle
up the strikers went ahead
shouting with a fury more so
their eyes all red with fire
voices turned hoarse
Go away! Go away!
cried the agitators
the police came
burst teargas
the crowd fled
it was all over
in a few minutes time
no one knew
who was the target?
None knows.
Meenas Poems 