Meenas Poems
Days go without power,
Nights go without power,
The people who are in power,
Get drunk with power,
Robbing those who vote them to power,
Making them live without power,
That can mean electrical power,
And can also refer to money power,
People in power become powerful,
People who vote for them become powerless.
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A lane bustles with activities,
People move up and down,
Transactions are going in high speed,
The lights go off at regular intervals,
There is a hush,
This happens often,
In the morning it is warm,
At dusk it is dark,
Yet, business is done.
Proving that nothing is indispensable.
Men lose their equanimity .
As they rise high up
Status takes them to a prosperity,
Apparently to a new set up.
Alcohol intake leaves man dizzy,
As his mind roams
Making him fly around in a frenzy,
Hastening him to his tomb.
Wealth accrual converts his quality.
As he wallows in luxury,
Detaching him from humanity,
Driving him to a desolate fury.
Power puts man in a pedestal,
As he lives in success absolute
Positioning him to an elevated pinnacle,
Far away from the multitude.
Alcohol is a personal fault,
While wealth connotes a mild toxin
Power assumes a malignant default,
Intoxicating the mind to a nonchalant fix in.
The lust for power overtakes in a ten,
As the taste of power is mouth-watering ,
Proposing an intention to acquire often,
The supremacy as a best offering.
Does it
lies with the wealthy and rich ?
Is it one in one with political big wigs?
Does it empowers the bureaucratic pitch ?
Nay it makes people rig and dig.,
The top notches and top brass wield authority,
Assuming they are a pack of indispensable,
They decry and degrade everyone in their territory,
Writing off the average man as contemptible
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They luxuriously roll and roll in wealth,
They deceitfully mint and print money,
They bask in the sun to enhance their health,
They speak and behave like bitter-sweet honey.
The Man in the town moves ahead without fuss,
Minding his business with concentration truly,
Unknowingly knowing that his money slips into the leader’s purse,
Unobtrusively observing the wrongs and scams diligently.
Five years fly quietly and quickly in a wink,
The leaders descend the ladder for the first time,
Rushing to meet the Man in the street link,
Oh ! Oh!The election is fast approaching calls the gentle rhyme.
With folded hands and with peevish looks in shifts
The heads of different parties go up and down,
Appeasing Our Man by advancing innumerable gifts,
Ascribing gadgets and attires to his own.
Chuckling the electorate accepts all nonchalantly,
Nods with gusto and smiles with mischievous pride,
Looking down on the supremo with condescension deliberately,
While they promise falsely to favour the great octogenarian’s side.
The eighty-six year old is a confirmed invalid,
Confined to the wheel chair lying partially ,
Compounded by his wives , children both valid and invalid,
The ensemble of the family are soaked in scams absolutely.
The polling went briskly a month ago,
His opponent , a lady , in par with him almost,
Poses a stiff contest in a competitive go-go.
The people have no choice rather than these two at the utmost.
The old chief still shrewd and alert , manoeuvres all trends
Vigilantly watches the decline in the voters confidence,
Yet ,expects a victory , a sweeping majority at all bends,
Well, hope is not only for us but also for him ,as it lights up his defence.
The hand that has not rocked the cradle so long
Has got the mandate to rule the state,
She gestures her symbol of two leaves as a note of joyous song
Proclaiming herself as one unbeatable of late.
The highly explosive Tamils bright and educated,
Bring the frail Karunanidhi and robust Jeyalalitha to rule
Vest them with undue power decade after decade .
Throwing the prosperity of the State to a desolate cool.
Now , do you know ,where does power lie?
Not as earlier told with the rich in the tower,
But in ordinary citizens ,who factually buy,
The vestibules
and corridors of power.
Water surrounds the earth as sea and ocean,
Covering three-fourths of the portion,
Encircling the vast land notion,
With a chivalrous secure caution
The lashing rain cools the soil
Relieving the farmers of their toil
Streams overflow in a gorgeous coil,
Renewing the vigour in the lively boil.
The surplus water gushes into the lane,
Flooding the thoroughfare again,
It rushes into the gutters like an insane,
Flows into the sea causing much pain.
There is an erring withhold of usage,
The customary projects of ancient age,
Have been dumped into the garbage.
Creating a reckless disoriented seepage.
Much of the benefits of rain have been thrown out,
By undue indifference and irreverence throughout,
As we resort not to conservation of this resource all out,
But indulge in absolute deviation of programmes in tout.
The ponds and pools have become plots,
The rivers and streams are sandy slots,
The oceans and seas look as disdained clots,
Water in there assumes dirty blots.
The benign source is thwarted by all,
The little drops from the eyes fall,
An unknown sadness presses like a ball,
As the heart sobs and screams at the brutal call.
Understand!The power of water is enormous,
As its blessings are bounteous,
Also note!Its destruction is voluminous,
Creating a desolation ignominious.
How to address you?
How to call you?
I consider and I deliberate.
Nay ,call me as John,
Nothing beyond that .
As I am born,
Almost like that.
I still hold ,
I recall your post
As I fold,
In an unnerving toast.
Nay ,I am simply John,
No matter what I am,
I need no darn,
As Ilike to be as I am.
I hesitate with fear,
As your status is high,
I get back in the rear,
Letting out a sigh.
Nay , I am none but John,
Nevertheless of my stand,
I wish to be withdrawn,
Away from the band.
John , I cry out,
You turn with a smile,
My sudden let out ,
Has gone ahead of a mile.
It is the real quality in you,
That propels an admiration,
It is best merit in you,
That gives you a designation
Intelligence,Love, and piety formulate the human mind.
The refinement of the individual depends on education,and the restraint from spurious drinks, cigars,and meat and poultry products.
The Tamil poet , Thayumanavar,eludes such withdrawal in his poems, by saying,killing of animals for food is a detested practice and the uplift of mortals will be enhanced by abstaining from such habits.
The growth of the mind, the progress of skills, the promotion of love and the elevation of the soul,are the outcome of the absolute refrainment of non killing, and nonconsumption of animal products.
This has been vociferously endorsed by Thiruvalluvar and Ramalinga adigal.
The two essential dharmas that mankind have to inculcate are,
1.Non killing.
2.Refraining from eating animal flesh.
One can assimilate knowledge, achieve power, earn money,but the ultimate salvation , the nirvana or enlightenment is the outcome of abstinence.
This quality raises Man.
The ordinary becomes extraordinary,the simple becomes special, the mortal becomes celestial, the Man becomes a Saint.
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