Meenas PoemsDancing to the tune
with an everlasting smile
she went about in a shine.
It was a bewitching style
a captivating bind
calling for an applause.
Agile in her movements
nimble in her footsteps
her nuances created a sensation
Received she an ovation
a standing one great
making her famous overnight.
It being a gay morning
with the birds joyfully chirping
the wind noiselessly whispering
the sun lazily rising
the donkeys constantly braying
the horses frequently galloping
the dogs randomly barking
the street vendors incessantly shouting
the children soundly sleeping
the women busily cooking
the men tenderly gardening
the day extensively stretching
with activities 
dramatically lessening
as it being a Sunday in the opening.
Living away from the crowd
is a pleasant sojourn.
The liberty of being individualistic
is a likely solicitation.
Believing on own efforts
is a lively enthusiasm.
Standing on own legs
is a relevant distinction.
Striving hard and earning wealth
is an elaborate progression.
Life is a challenge
Life is a struggle long and salient
When it turned severe
hop, jump and run.
Hoping to achieve victory with strain
go ahead with a confidence 
Having lived thus so far and so long
would live even better till the end.
The writing process
brings in enormous pain.
The writing time
goes into pitch darkness
The writing theme
drifts towards bitter experience
The writing posture
takes a reclining 
pose.
The writing thoughts
conceptualize in the dream
as he writes in great speed
while he sleeps sound.
It used to rain all time
as October and November
were months of monsoon rains
bringing cheer in no time.
It is dry these days
very hot and drought prone
much against the routine
inducting famine all through the days.
With no rains in the yard
and oppressing heat in the field
there is a disproportionate feed
similar to the Great Famine .
The break of routine is not new
as it occurred even in the past
with the duration shortly cast
while now it stretches in a long queue
With the extension of dry spell all year round
none could survive with ease
as the scarcity mounts in leaps and bounds
filtering a not so pleasant experience all around.
How to combat Nature”s fury?
It has stubbornly gone ahead
denying the rightful rains at proper time
Well, it is perhaps its anger cast in a bury.
With a bristle and a drizzle
came the wind with a whistle
hiding behind the thistle
blowing without any hassle
hurting none in the nestle
easing out nothing in the tussle
went away in a fizzle.
Where and all we need protection?
Physical safety is gaining validity
Emotional security is again metaphysical.
with it comes the property protection
along with the password security
getting on with website intelligence
with the leaks and spying
going to a level destroying
with the government and private
heading towards trouble
as the child and life is at risk
where and more we need protection?
Should we insure everything together
paying premiums altogether
with a fortune spent in premiums
there goes all in a tedium 
could anybody give it a call?
The prices are going steep
rising with a loud beep.
Knowing not how to sleep
Knowing not where to keep
We go into debt deep.
Basic necessities are to be bought.
Nothing could be avoided in thought.
Without them we cannot live in a sort
have to buy them however hot
otherwise we have to rot.
With the cost of living going high
as we have to survive
we are forced to buy
go through with a sigh
wand sign off with a nigh.
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There erupts a tease
there emanates a fleece
it is a deride
it is a high bide
being a woman
is but inhuman
as she is at stages
under her father till an age
then her husband takes the reign
followed by the sons in all signs.
The fatherly role is too authoritative
with a strict approach tentative.
The dictator is the husband
getting her dancing to his loud band
while the son plays a self-conceited game
putting I before all in no shame.
The girl, wife and mother
with no pride in her feathers
with mouth shut and eyes downcast
plays second fiddle to everything fast
that being the fate of the woman
wherein she is a graceful human
as long as she goes by the male’s domination
once she revolts and rebels
she has to move with a label
a shrew with a vicious ambition.
As a little girl she was active
never was she 
destructive
ran up she in speed
came down in the same feed
falling many times in the climb
hurting herself in the limb
met with falls during down hill
injuring herself more still
cried she never at any occasion
telling never mind in every situation
she jumped and hopped all around
going with a merry go around
saying loudly never mind in the go.
Growing up she felt the same
as she never became tame
she met with many success
yet she was well within access
she had a bumpy track down
but could see in her no frown
she pushed aside all her defects
which at times made her imperfect
she certain times got in a trap
but with efforts came out from the grasp
Up and down has been her way of life
Success and failures was found in her strife
lived she saying never mind in the go.
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