Meenas PoemsNo way to escape
fastened by a rope
gagged by a towel
strangled as well
hands knotted together
eyes tied tightly
legs bound by iron
the body pinned to a stake
a piteous context
the dagger over the head
a dire consequence
a hideous move
horrendous it looks
no way to escape.
Forever I see the goal
forever I do not reach it
forever I try to grasp it.
forever I miss the goal.
Elusive is the goal
unreachable it is
unattainable it is
unachievable is the goal.
I gaze at the goal
deliberate to catch it
not once but many a time
never able to reach the goal.
Setting a target as a goal
a trial
is to attain
relax the target a little
easy to reach the goal
An eye reflects
animosity and love as well
the human mirror
A noise loud
could be from anything bound
towards or outwards.
The sun never sets
nor it throws 
a bet
remains unchallenged always
retains its invincibility in every way.
The sun shines all through
more with a vigour all through
rests, not a time
waits not for any chimes.
The constant force of energy
leads to a solar synergy
a giver of light and life
never falls short of at any strife.
Millions of years it has been
shining with a gleaming sheen
a wonderful star in the sky
a powerful one in the fry.
Many songs be there of the Sun
being a stock of sober and fun
yet it holds its torch above all
an essence of vivacity in all.
Had been to a place
unknown and unseen
being on of a remote
has its own strengths .
Away from the din
much far from the human
looks beautiful and untouched
pristine and pure.
The stream flows without a murmur
a gentle sail across without any hurdle
a lovely ride it proved to be
peaceful and quiet.
The grass around shines and gleams
not one has tread in recent
a brisk walk to the other end
refreshes and rejuvenates.
The trees appear majestic
their branches in a canopy
a sit under their shade
enhances and endears.
All the way it is sublime
the walk , the sight, and the rest
all being an experience of thrill
ecstatic and enlivens
The woods are dark and deep
remain aloof from the whirl
not a sound nor a beep
could be heard in the twirl.
The darkness and stillness
send an awe down the spine
could be a cause of denseness
they signal a caution in the line.
The random roar of the lion
the far away chatter of the monkeys
the tweets of birds in the line
added by the bray of donkeys.
These tweets and touts as heard
fall shallow into the wilderness
cross, not the boundaries in a nerd
seem to be insignificant in the quietness.
The woods are dark and deep
as there are nothing to reap
being hard for one to peep
lies as quiet as a sheep.
Jealousy professes colour
high up with the collar
the tinge of the colour
a bright and a light stellar
one with the sunlight
as scorching and bright
a mild hue in the initial
turns darkest in the final
reflects an animosity in large
refracts a dislike on the verge
the colour being one of yellow
does not freely in an allow
expresses the concern if at all
the consideration being one of a fall
a wish of bitterness and sourness
nothing at all of sweetness.
One at a time
called the teacher
none did listen
went on in a chorus.
One at a time
called the teacher again
none paid attention
being a boisterous lot.
One at a time
called the teacher finally
a missed call however
none did obey her.
So are the teachers looked upon
shout they as much as they can
not be effective in the round
create not a stir among their ward.
The knowledge I have in all
seems very basic in any call
be it in writing or any other
accounting for instance rather
puts me in a fix all through
I break my head in true
burn the midnight oil
my whole day is in spoil
yet I work and work
redo and rework
all too much in the mind
I lose myself in a kind
dazed and diminished I am
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