Meenas PoemsHeading towards a hill
the drive prolonged still
the bends were very sharp
traveled with a fear in harp
the undulation caused a sensation
could not be expressed in proportion
had to get through all the more
so as to reach the position in fore
the way the bends and turns go
the twists and curves all in a row
while the uneasiness lay there for long
the pleasure was lovely and not wrong
with that I head toward the top
hope I reach the place without any flop.
Calls from friends
keep one in trends
erases the bends
traces the ends
a lovely talk on the front
emanates without a brunt
let alone the mad hunt
I do entertain those conversations
compelled to consider the inhibitions
I do them without any reservations
could be that in a total calculation
finally I go to the end
exchange with a send
not allow anything in a fend.
Walking with free hands
talking with free words
eating every day a free diet
living a carefree life
could be a blessing
not all are likely to get
those who are fortunate
do experience a lively strength
a bliss almost heavenly and divine.
Democracy is not only in the country
be it in home too anyway
the equality seen in the external
be imposed in the internal
democracy be it for the people
would be also be by the people
same could be held in sway at home
be it for the children all the same
be it by the children not in name
being the most challenging form
could lead to a life of calm
both in the region outward
and in the area inward
a diligence would create peace
an indulgence would lead to pieces
being a straight set of practice all the more
we have to work it to the core
a slight slide would result in a disaster
a slip would bring in a danger
could be said not of the nation
be that in the home with a reason
the ego be overwhelmed between the siblings
would come to a stand of rivalry and misunderstanding
similar could be that of in the country
where differences rise up and cause an awry
the house makes a nation all the while
so that animosity be seen in style
well this could be said of democracy on the whole
being that 
of great value in the roll.
It is a check
could be one of random
could be one of a bind
yet it checks all with a scrutinize
being one of not right or wrong
a customary approach to verify
being that of a routine
an eye on the faults
a way to look at with a follow
nothing far beyond that in a scroll
a check and a refrain in the stroll
a verify and a restriction be the goal
It was an evening of fun
having everything done
the commitments all in one
being accomplished in all
could lead to something tall
be there a pressure of a call
had to compete with a fitness
having reached the height of greatness
the strive being that of wellness
gone be the days of discipline
had to work with an incline
being that of one in line
I lead a life of seclusion
rejecting any unwanted inclusions
a way of life I have chosen at random
could there be a strain and a suppose in tandem?
It is nice to go through
see a little on the view
sky be that of blue
the things around be true
well that be without a clue
as I go on a flew
a feel being very new
a sensation with a great hue
that be how I sustain in lieu
without much of anything in due.
A pack and a sack
all on the shoulder’s back
she climbed up the hill high
looking around with a shy
reached the top in a minute
marched ahead with a salute
planted the flag on the soil
while the sun was at the boil
kissed the land with love
made a gentle bow
walked down with satisfaction
with the pack and sack
all on the shoulder’s back.
They being a couple
talk together in ways
the man thinks he a scholar
audacious he is always
really knows very little
a great showman in terms
an empty drum in place.
The woman an equal partner
talks as soft as she can
speaks one means another
a perfect match to her man
seeks faults in every aspect
from the porridge to the garland
both poke their nose into every possibility
she being manipulative and dangerous
very much akin to a fox in a goat’s skin.
These two are made for each other
one gossips all through the day
the other causes a ripple everywhere
they too live long with such attitude
push forth and push back the genuine
well, it is the fake that glitters and gleams
the real shines with a glow modest and moderate
the world would know the truth one day
the virtual can never overcome the real.
A three letter word
could be any word
like to write as many
being them so tiny
starts with a Cat
goes on to mat, rat
down to sad, bad
a cross over there
a jump over here
could lead to a nod
do not call me a bard
I am but a genial one
knows only this one
very much on own
not so much as won.
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