Meenas PoemsLeaves bright and erect
talks about weather correct.
Leaves green and shining
tells us of the binding.
Leaves fluttering and jostling
invite us to a celebration dazzling.
Leaves possessing medical ingredients
grant us a cure for most ailments.
The disposable we talk of now
were seen in leaves years before.
If sleeping is busy
what else is not busy?asked my friend
Getting this thought in mind
wanted to obtain a find.
Sleep to me comes
when I know not.
I lie down in the morn
have a siesta in the noon.
take a nap at dusk.
sleep soundly in the night.
Work all day makes you busy I told him
Sweating and perspiring makes you dizzy.
Sleep all day makes me busy said I.
Refreshing and relaxing makes me shine.
Well that be my goal all through the days
and none need frown at me everyday.
The car is moving slowly.
Is it old ? I ponder
It looked latest and brand new.
Yet it went slowly.
Thought that the driver is old.
Little shaky and partially blind
to drive in normal speed.
but found out the driver is not old.
Then the driver should be a learner.
Perhaps he is driving for the first time
so a bit nervous and frightened.
Not so he seems to be an expert.
Why did the car move slowly
Wanting to know the reason
went behind it as though in a procession..
Last found out why it went slowly?
You might curse me for my curiosity.
Well that has been my way of life
seeing things that others do not see
like the car moving slowly.
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The commander called “Attention”
The battalion stood in tension.
The chief got a pension
The music flowed in the air.
It caught me in a snare.
The melody was something rare.
reminiscing of the great musicians in the fair.
Listening to it keenly
I was able to get into it deeply
The nuances were so lovely
that made my heart melt fondly.
I took a stroll out into the avenue
The music flowed out from a venue
where a flautist was playing for revenue
With a heavy heart dropped a dime bidding him adieu.
Had to cook for three.
Could prepare only for two
was enough for one 
S
ilence is golden is the saying.
It is a contradiction in the upswing
Keeping your mouth shut is not a virtue.
likely you resemble more of a statue.
Arming yourself with words for defence
will not at any cost bring you offence.
Where greed and competition get the best.
muting your voice will put you to test.
When evil and lies surge up to the front.
sitting tight-lipped will bring you brunt.
In this era this adage has been put to test
when all things good or bad demands a protest.
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Sitting by the river.
Saw a gold-fish.
It bade me near
and expressed a wish
Startled to hear a goldfish speak.
I got down into the river.
The fish came up in a wink
and asked me to come closer.
Enamoured by its charm
I got closer and closer.
It took me by my arm
and looked at me like a lover.
Lovingly I held the fish
in my palm
Stuttering it spoke about its wish.
in a voice calm.
The speech was so low
I missed it mostly.
The fish jumped into the flow
disappearing completely.
What did it say? I think .
Would it have said anything worthy?
Unable to decipher, I blink.
Well, that is the end of the story.
Took an umbrella and went out.
Hoping the rain would come out.
But no rain came out.
A strong wind blew .
Away my umbrella flew.
I looked for it without any clue
I had a score of friends when I was small.
We played the whole day without a fall.
We played hide and seek in the hall.
We hid behind the big wall
Then came out in a crawl.
I had ten friends when I was an adolescent.
The memory of those days is still nascent.
We shared our feelings ebullient.
We enriched ourselves with references brilliant.
The aroma of that kinship
is effervescent.
As I age my friendship narrows down.
My circle is almost five down.
Mostly I languish alone.
Now I propose a softened tone.
The days of noise are no more known.
Meenas Poems 