Meenas Poems
There is a big temple
on a space ample
I could see a trample
it looks as a a gamble
to move in an amble
the sanctum is unreachable
the deity gleams adorable
negotiated through the jumble
almost with a fumble
prayed in the ensemble
peace descended i a preamble.
Careless in all
there be not small
there be all the great
be it of any rate
the loss not heavy
considered in the value
that of the sentiments
would bear an impact
could not be compensated
either by kind or cash
that which is gone
is lost forever.
Not a fairy, mind you
not an angel to see through
a tall lanky figure
features not so exciting either
not found poise rather
with that grace goes missing
she being so in tone and texture
behaves superciliously 
in society
as though she is a leader
demands and delivers actions
delivers and decides on schemes
nothing there be much of worth
hurls unwanted remarks with pungency
many a one want to retort
but resist themselves from involvement
works to her advantage very well
as she glides with an incorrigible flair..
The classic choice they say
creates an impression in a way
that be true in all ways
choosing every time the best
tries out the energy lest
yet we go through with a zest
finally end up with a worst.
Being good id good
being bad is great
a good man is modest
acts for the good
recognised not in the world
lives and dies not known
a bad man poses as good
performs in places unfamiliar
patronizes and donates
acquires repute 
in no time
lives in fame and ignominy both
dies with a brand evil.
The way goes in a round about
with turns and twists all about
not be one straight road ahead
a long distance be it instead
negotiate is the essence all round
where obstacles come up all round
speed is not possible at this frontier
patience is tracked in the dernier
if that be the practice in the go
all things would fall in a row
would lead to a triumph in the run
end up in an enjoyment and fun
Help is a noble sort
much or big does not matter
the thought bears a stigma
none other charity does hold
help is a form of simple
a talk with love lives long
a hand offered works high
a direction shown stand above
the very thought itself is the culmination
or can I say it a confluence
where charity and philanthropy
born in the abode of help
spread their wings in and around
Mind you, the simplicity should stay
lest it loses its charm in the stream
absolved by the fanfare all ahead.
There is a part of land
lies in the common pool
unattended and unkempt
the other three go in shape
tended and trimmed
yet the entire is in control
of a person for years long
who ate the fruits of the soil
the revenue from the building
all in whole not in fractions
now leaves one in such condition
allows not the rightful to enjoy
what a cruel mind he bears
yet professes to be divine and just
Will not God see to all these misdemeanour?
a thought crosses in full force
God knows all the deeds and task
know not why he waits to condemn
perhaps that be the way he treats
the rightful not permitted to enjoy
the illegal free to gobble
what set of justice this be?
I know not and I still wonder
a complex criterion hard to accept.
The rains came unexpected
thunder struck with a plunder
lightning was frightful
these all are Natural design
Another phenomenon accompanied
came down a building high
fell on the ground in shambles
a blast and noise unheard.
The scores of workers inside
went down the fall in panic
a hand inadvertently jutted out
knew not what for.
Shrieks and cries rose high
the expressions reflect anguish
echoed all through the wilderness
man’s greed knows no bound.
The despair is painful
the loss is irreparable
son , mother and father
either one lost one another.
The governance is at standstill
announces a compensation
Is life so cheap and worthless?
I stand aghast at the callousness.
Meenas Poems 