Meenas PoemsHaving taken away the major
they pretend to be just and great
saying that it is a wager
trying to talk high and inflate
their cause to an extensive a range
besetting a vulnerable target fine
boosting their morale to heights strange
polishing it as much to shine
knowing not polishing would wear out
showing the real stature all too soon.
Looking through the glasses.
Getting the images in traces.
Going through in phases.
Reaching out in chases.
Crossing over in braces.
Has been so in many cases.
Well,that is how life choses
dragging the people through crosses.
A day of going through accounts
with every penny being counted
every expense being entered.
Then adding them up together
checking the balance
finding variations in books
and in cash in hand
went on once again to total
tracking few errors
checked once again the cash
till not able to tally both
again started to add up
Oh! how many times I have to do
I really do not know
either I would have forgotten some transaction
or I should be a muff and dull headed
going wrong in basic additions.
Feeling greatly for memory loss
and lack of skill in addition .
With aging memory fails
learning too becomes an impossibility.
The design got bust.
It had nothing just.
Everything was fused
All issues were forged.
The designers got lost.
Their ideas were exposed fast.
Getting them into trouble,.
Placing them in a stumble.
Not knowing what to do finally
They decided to fly immediately.
Making good with their loot
fearing the legalities
en suite.
Nothing great is to happen.
Nothing much is going to transpire
Nothing more is seen to transcribe.
Nothing else is left to translate
Nothing to be transformed
as everything has been robbed
Everything has been stolen.
Everything has been taken away.
Leaving nothing in reality
and also nothing being
left in books.
Even after they contest and confront
wanting to take away the piece of cloth left.
Sleeping sound
with a noisy snort
he woke up in a sort
as if duty bound.
Reading profound
with an unusual care
he looked bare
as if totally ground.
Writing about new-found
with a real flair
he appeared fair
as if perfectly sound.
Walked of in a round
along the less traversed road
in the daylight broad
as if chased by a hound.
Thus going in and out
he reached his destination
with a great distraction
as if he be all throughout.
The night sky is clear
The darkness cause a fear
That from the rear
shows up very clear
as we go on to hear
with our sharp ears
the noise goes up in seer
while the movement is here
the voice is from there
resembling the one dear
weeping like king Lear
holding his Cordelia near
knowing not out of fear
she being dead
caressing her with love
and the great King
looks like one to be jeered. 
With a great grudge
determined not to budge
he went ahead in rage.
Being attacked now and then
injured him often
baseless being the reason.
Caught in the wrong foot
he gave a big bloody boot
forcing them out of route.
Still they continued slandering
which made him squirming
then firmly he gave them a throwing.
Having a sound base now
to tarnish their faces in a row
he settled them in a blow.
That ended their ploy
making them run in coy
putting him in solace great.
Going by the date
ruled by the fate
it is not too late
to show the hate
that has almost ate
the pride in a rate
unfathomable great
hard to relate
and difficult to update.
Going by the creative
taken up by a prerogative.
it is not active
to express in affirmative
that is almost derivative
carrying the prohibitive
greatly 
informative
hard to be diminutive
and difficult to be repulsive
Stars do foretell
as they keep on twinkling
calling us ahead.
Stars fix up
marriages in my lovely world
with great belief.
What stars foretell
do actually work through greatly
accurate or different?
Working very different
as most marriages get broken
with perfect combination.
Yet they hold
as the belief runs through
from time immemoria
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