Meenas PoemsThe mind is blowing
up and down
breaking the typical flowing
where the eyes frown
The heart is oscillating
to and fro
relatively very disturbing
while the head bows.
The body is aching
left and right
absolutely very nagging
as the legs remain straight.
The whole system is undergoing
a change and feel
exactly an antithesis in the moving
eliminating the steal
Raising funds for a cause
seems to be an easy task
it raises numerous doubts
being deliberated for honesty
being thought over for sincerity
as many recently go by a proposition
where faith and trust deviate
where greed and fake unite
putting to test the patronage
complicating the ideals to a demurrage
as many funds have gone out of context
spent not for the purpose in text
a shadowy event plays at the back
throwing the intention on the rock.
Being early in the morning
got up with a yawning
listening to the birds cackling
hearing the hooting
quickly rising
rushed to the opening
as someone stood calling
very early in the morning.
Who is it ? said I
paying a significant apply
steadying myself in a shy 
looking through the door’s eyes
saw a big fat guy
appearing tall and high
breathing heavily with a sigh
as if he is going to die.
Angry she is very angry all through.
knowing not what to do
knowing not why she was so
sat worried all through the day
At dusk went to her slowly
still wild with burning rage
she turned away hastily
not wanting to see me at any stage.
Walked slowly back with eyes down
knowing not how to appease her
thought of what wrong I had done
breaking my head as ow to satisfy her.
Looking at me with a raised head
she said in a voice soft and firm
you have gifted a book to my brother instead
not thinking of me in any term.
Unable to explain my act to the little girl fair
as she is a just a four-year old child
placed her in my lap talked to her with care
saying that her book is on the way my grand
child.
It was a tapping
know not from where
It was a rapping
know not from where
it was a slapping
know not who did it.
It was a strapping
know not how they did it.
it was a beating
know not how severe it was.
It was a thrashing
know not to what degree.
It was defeating
know not how much it would be.
It was a struggle
known to all fully well.
The thought of children
bring to mind their innocence
the love they show in expression
taking us to a delightful relevance
when we turn young and youthful
going back to the days of childhood
where everything was wonderful
reminding us of the days that could
spice and spruce the remaining days
adding charm and thrill to a degree
refreshing the mind in a large way
diffusing the cobwebs in a spree
exalting the spirit with a sustained stay.
The lovely voices from far away
calling at the same time in all gay
one from the northern hemisphere
another from the southern sphere
crying in joy and wishing great tidings
their voice being ebullient and enthusiastic
what a throw it had with vibrant feelings
hearing them talk I became ecstatic
How well does the children’s talk rejuvenate?
The day would pass with the same reverberation
that is how I pass my days with an injected celebration 
The water dashed on the rocks
turned inside with a brush.
The wind stuck on the hillocks
went back in a rush.
The rains fell heavily on the land locks
decreased in a hush.
The devastation was terrific on the flocks
creating a violent crush.
There ends everything on the dock
making nothing out in a fuss.
A lively day with action
getting lot of reaction
multiplied in fraction
seen in great faction
heard in situation
fastened by traction
undergoing a deletion
finding no reason
withstanding all treason
going ahead in fashion
reaching the culmination
with no obstruction
thus the day went by in precision
as the action came to a stop with a fusion
where good and bad confront in a notion
while great and small clash in a notation
as the valid and fake pose a confrontation
the day came to a close away from the stipulated location.
Having been busy all through the day
felt the pain in the knee at night
gnawing and splitting in a way
unable to sleep for an hour even slight
the pain was excruciating and acute
lying down seemed a problem great
sitting up posed an obligation statute
what am I to do ? I very much hate
myself and my knee all to be pulled apart
throwing them into the dustbin at last
before becoming a stumbling puppet
intending to race 
out of the world in a start.
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