Meenas PoemsI cradled you
in my hands full
put you to sleep.
You crossed the road
under my eyes
secure and fast.
You learnt to write
letters in small and big
getting the cue from me.
You grew up
perfect and smart
wanting to reach great heights.
The tale of the hands
told by a mother
past, present and future.
No work is below dignity
the work you do is great
menial or white collared.
The physical work needs more strength
becomes irksome at times
yields high payout too.
The desk work going by the epithet
concerns most with the power of brain
earns a handsome revenue.
The attitude towards work
the concentration
does bring in satisfaction.
Known for his humour
could be a satire at times
he speaks so well
engages the audience
talks about one pin pointedly
means another unconsciously
all
with a subtle difference
with a hit and a prick
eliciting the pros and cons
with an impact
a powerful language it is
nice to hear and read.
Serve it hot you may.
Serve it cold you may
Serve it with love you should
Serving such way you could
do service being very simple.
The issue has been set right.
Going through support
disabling and enabling cookies
deleting browsing data
signing out and logging in
did not work
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making browsing difficult
by a chance uninstalled th
em
now back with a bang.
Throwing her school bag
the little one rushed to me
pitching herself against me
she made daring gestures.
Know not why she was angry
got her by the frills of her frock
querying the reason for her anger
I got not a lovely smile usually being hers.
Caught in a turmoil and apprehension
thinking how to bring back her to her usual self
I sat silent for a while with patience untold
putting up with her tantrums all the same.
Having been quite some time
she came to me with heads down
saying she had a bad time at school
getting reprimanded by her teacher .
I let her at that level
not bothering her with my curiosity
as I knew it would intensify further
took hold of her and ran my fingers through her hair
Teaching through poetry
being not easy as a song
that comes from the heart
set on its own tune and rhythm
not bound by any metric trend
be the way of many a poet.
Going rapturous over nature
with the beauty exhilarating
the rose calling you
and the trees beckoning you
could be clothed in verse
with a joy and with physical attribution.
Be not the same with the abstract
that of dealing with ideals exact
the verse come forth with a didactic note
enhancing the qualities that are to be adapted
leaving out those that are to be eschewed
there be a significant restraint and serenity around.
Each one writes differently with a style
likes not to be dictated by the famous
just being they are recognised
they tend to be authoritative in their approach
which the lesser poet likes not most
for being lesser does not mean poorer in skill and content
Didactic, preachy,
laborious, round about
comes the accusation
not in this platform 
but elsewhere
with reference to my poems
telling a simple thing
with lot of gerunds
and in a round about way
add to the complaint
looking at them felt worried
then brushed aside the criticism
as I feel I write out of passion
write for my satisfaction
not for money or fame
if round about be not to their appeal
let it be so as I continue to write
I am happy for whatever it is
let that be the end.
Distressing it was to hear the news
there being a move to fix it up with a truce
abiding by the norms and regulations
the effort found no light in the revision.
The failure to patch up became obvious
the defeat looks mostly infectious
as there being successions long
where the breakups have been strong.
Anything once broken is hard to reset
with the original getting battered
the restructure becomes a poor assembling
releasing a resemblance quite disturbing.
The enigma of relations being strange
with the ideals being ordained in a range
that when once it gets shattered vehemently
could never be packed without fissures decently.
The fruits on the table
were set on gracefully
looking like the ones in the fable
arranged traditionally
with colours red, yellow being prominent
the rest of the hue remaining in the back
the enrichment that each one provides being deviant
they had been displayed beautifully with a knack
allowing the buyer to go through in leisure
selecting the fruits after checking the quality
purchasing them with a bargain without applying pressure
that being done paying the money immediately
a shopping of fruits went through with the mighty.
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