Meenas PoemsIt is the females
who depend on always
first on their fathers till a certain age
then on their husbands for ages
have no stem of their own in place
independence never could be in their space
however sharp they are in their mind
not the ability is taken as a kind.
she has to remain behind a man
be it at any age without a demand.
The face shows who you are
a reflection of the feelings
like a mirror is the face
cannot hide your stealings.
The mirror will not tell lies
it could hardly deceive you
it in a way never shies
tells your looks in true.
The deception you design
would not adorn your face
they would appear as a feign
and throw you out of place.
The dislike in your heart
displayed in the facial expression
tells what runs in the plot
relating itself to the distraction.
Nothing could you conceal
be it good or bad
your eyes give you in a deal
be it happy or sad.
I panted and heaved
took a moment to ease
turned back to see
could not find anything amiss
I brushed m sari to a neat fold
pulled my hair and tied it into a knot
wanted to dab my face with cool water
so walked towards the tap in the garden
checked the bolt of the gate
exhausted slipped on to the garden chair
the run I experienced just now
has left me breathless all the more
it was a dog not very big
crossed the road while I was waiting
came towards me know not for what
I fear dogs the most in my life
whether they are friendly or ferocious
the sight of the dog sends a shiver down the spine
when I saw this not a frightening one as such
I took to my heels and ran as fast as I could
the dog perhaps perplexed followed me in full speed
I negotiated through the lanes and corners
the dog came behind me speedily
I fled for fear of life
saw my gate wide open
I barged in and locked the gate
breathless I stood there for a few seconds
ashamed of myself and my fear
I went inside the garden
before anyone could see me
made myself presentable
but it was too much for me to endure
my breath became normal after an hour of respite.
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The 
game of cards
shuffle and ruffle
the same numbers gong together
the numbers in order getting closer
spade, hearts, diamond and clover
gain an impetus with the joker
the games go on for hours together
betting and challenging with dollars
a game that turns into stakes higher
seriousness sets in as the players gather
the value increases manifold becomes dearer
it is a fortune for the winner
a terrible loss to the loser
all these never prompts a halt
as the gamble progresses to glory.
Great I go
with a bow
need not be too low
a little high bow
condescending is lovely
so a bow is primarily
a stoop not lowly
little in slowly
could lead entirely
a realization inevitably
dawn on you gradually
a truth not hastily
says you have stooped to conquer
Wrinkles on the face
seen in phases
say as you age
you become a sage
so in your thirties
see a line scanty
a trace of a line
you ignore and push on
in no time it is forty-one
you see in the mirror
could be a glare
you think for a while
then brush aside in style
walk past the day
the next time in the day
you stand before the glass
not one of the plain glass
again the mirror on the wall
find you looking tall
something is amiss
could it be a bliss
nay not it is a wrinkle
not one but two or three
here and there
looking awkward
seemingly runs inward
around the mouth in lines short
little freckled and knotted
the worry settles in
now how to combat the appearance
go to the face yoga work- out
smile for two minutes in a stand
your face muscles are rejuvenated
stand before the mirror and see yourself
pronounce the vowels softly within yourself
a, e, i,o,u slowly and fully with lips rounding
could find a lot of improvement upcoming
next pull up your lips and hold them together
smile as much as you can stretch them to a flatter
a beautiful impression would follow you in time
one another exercise on the schedule
pout your lips as if in a kiss in an include
repeat all these thirty times in a row
would be done in just a few minutes even be it slow
tell me how you look after the course of lip 
yoga
I would then practise and create a saga.
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Man defecates
not in private spaces
in public places
an allegation so loud
a complaint very rational
The Man being an Indian.
Man spits
not in the ascribed spaces
well on the public places
a practice undesirous
an action contemptuous.
The Man being an Indian.
Man commits an offence
His ablutions are private
never they would turn public
Learn the civic sense
you, Indian who has
otherwise
a load of intelligence.
Three hundred years of colonization
a rule through many generations
impoverished the Indian nation
the cradle of the Indian Civilization.
The unity in diversity found amidst the masses
a quality rare to seek in the grosses
vanished during the British rule
traders turned administrators played the fool.
Hindus and Muslim nurtured cordiality
the different faith was not a peculiarity
the colour and the vernacular being one
could search no discrimination even for fun.
Supremacy being the prime aim
the British played a game
hatched a design to split the community
the Hindus and the Muslims developed animosity
.
The seed grew into a tree in no time
clashes and riots broke out all times
Great Britain ravished in joy
the locals fought a battle like Troy.
Independence was announced
the amity of the people got denounced
Hindus were transported to India
Muslims were sent to Pakistan.
The Indian genocide took place
most Indians lost their face
women were molested and raped
men were mutilated and stripped.
Children were burnt alive
the foetus was plucked in the drive
horror and terror prevailed largely
an eventuality of a concern deadly.
The world would have seen disasters
natural and man -made ones pernicious
nothing of such colossal magnitude
a phenomenon that portrays man’s ineptitude
Retrospection is a way to see life in reverse
what had passed be it fruitful or adverse
could have fared better in a diverse
the thought stems up in an inverse.
Turn back and see through the past
what has been crossed in a cast
show you the ups and downs in a graph
learn through the curves without a laugh.
Turn front and go ahead in a march
careful not to step into the marsh
tread cautiously through the course
be sure not to be lead by any farce.
The fastidious events that I witness
cause me to lie in a distress
fastidious they 
are to detail
not very true in the entrail.
Meticulously they carry out the rules
using the loopholes as the tools
they find in between the holes
invisible entries invisible in the stroll.
They are straight in the presentation
could trace no blotch in the implementation
smoothly ironed out the differences
could find no anomaly in the inference.
The smartness goes a long way
takes you to places in a day
beware of the investigations
rise up at any time in a determination.
Not being hundred percent safe undoubtedly
intrusions would lead to a debauch unknowingly
the hell would let loose its froth in no time
have to wallow in ignominy all time.
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