Meenas PoemsA bright day ahead
hope to see sunlight
not intermittently
all throughout
a day of brightness
has its own shine
having been in sunlight
days together without its charm
causes a disturbance
compels a wish all the more
the sun makes me happy
for reasons very trivial
my clothes would dry
do I sound childish?
I
t was a sack that lay on the middle
what could it be? posed a riddle
could it be a bomb or anything harmful
went the mind thinking things awful
being in a state of mind where bombs and guns
come and go, play hide and seek as if in fun
anything lying down on the road like that
could cause a fear down the spine like that
the world has become vulnerable to attacks
it is possible for a bomb to be in the sack.
Into the woods
I fearfully walk.
Through the river
I joyfully swim.
Across the ocean
I sail with awe.
On to the mountains
I climb with efforts.
Into the life
I carefully look.
The rains around
The squirrel is determined
likes to take me for a ride
I am equally decided
wish to bait her by the side.
I keep my bamboo shades 
rolled up in the top
she builds her nest in between
I bring the blinds down in a slot
she squeezes in all too lean.
The day I am saved
the squirrel leaves not for ever
the next day I am tormented
it brings in twigs from all over.
I forget my bamboo shades for a day
lo! it is not so in a way
it has built a sturdy nest all day
my blind is destroyed in a way.
The squirrel being so small
causes a botheration all through
never take the size in a call
as it would be a deceive in true.
The gossip runs long
never it is a song
it harps on slanders
always on a wander
talk the more in terms
talk the most in forms
their place and belongings
go up in rankings
whilst others sink in deep
not possess enough value to reap
a gossip that ranges high
is but a reflection of a mind sly.
Nothing much to be seen
nothing much to be dreamed
nothing much in the plight
nothing much to view in sight
nothing much remains to work
nothing much stays to hook
so saying there is nothing much
let us go about as such.
In the woods
alone in search of twigs
gathered all quick.
Gathered the twigs
lay scattered in the woods
required for firewood.
Requirement for firewood
in the days of electric
turn to the basic.
It is a folly to be true
lies should be there in blue
the world goes by the word
nay, now I see many swords
not the actual be they the guns
firing and shooting not in one
they go about in a spree
almost in any place free
what for none know
why for nothing to show
it happens all of a sudden
innocence becomes a burden
going back to the beginning
truthful is a sin with a digging
say lies as much as possible
leads you to be plausible
such truth is not to be entertained
has to be all the more detained
being a liar would make you a player
not of small means but of great magnitude.
The vessels small and big
given as gifts in a way
know not where to store
would not be of use
as they increase with the days
if refused would seem not proper
would deem it to be disrespectful
if accepted have to pile up one over
a way to keep them away
has to be thought of
the best is to stop gifting
a decision of great consideration
benefit the receiver and the giver
as the giver would be saved of an expense
unwanted and unsolicited .
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