Meenas Poemsit is a very tiring day
almost at home the full day
yet felt very tired in a way
the day is different anyway
with a lot of things in view
many more waiting in the queue
some more to be placed in lieu
others have to be looked for the due
those are the things in few
that makes me tired
and now I am fixed with glue.
Limitations being many
they being too many
wanting to get ahead is a tedium
as it brings with it a delirium
that takes the mind away
creating a chaotic intrusion anyway
they keep boggling the thoughts
not allowing a move of any sort
there be restrictions here
that say it is too hard to cross near
there being a confinement there
that proclaim it is a task to do it with care
as the deviations appear to be extraordinary
the minds
ceases it operations and becomes dreary
releasing a kind of inconvenience and a suffocation
ordained to land in an emptiness without any provocation.
It is a day of deviation
want to be away in action
not of the usual involvement
but in the different environment
away from the daily routine’
muc
h away into the setting
where there is no pressure
where there is only leisure
with no receipt and payment
only there be entertainment
mostly forgetting who I am?
It has begun so and remains so
hope it would continue also
leaving me in a refreshment
releasing a delightful sentiment.
The head started to ache.
The pressure was on all sides.
It was a horrible take.
Everything went against the tides.
The exertion was unbearable to take.
There was none to guide.
The living was only for sake.
It was difficult to ride.
Would the pressure turn out to be a break?
Would it work out to be a long abide?
Nothing seem to be conducive in the track.
All looks incredibly black.
A pressure exists day in and day out.
Reflecting a seizure all the way out
Resembling a torture all about.
Indicting a strain on the whole.
Negotiating with pressure is exasperating.
Working under pressure is devastating.
Coping with it is a masterly scheduling.
Winning over is a prudent dealing.
Pressure keeps mounting all through.
Dashing the hopes of victory in a ruse.
Driving to a madness in a strain true.
Subscribing to a trial right over.
Never entertain pressure is the common cry.
Learn to live in ease is a voted try.
Accept the eventuality with a gentle sigh.
Well this design is a significant buy.
Writing is for pleasure .
Writing is to be cherished as a treasure.
Writing brings about undue pressure.
Writing is an activity of leisure
Writing is a quality to ensure.
It is a half crescent.
It looks nascent.
It tends to be stringent.
It has a status regent.
It grows with pleasure.
It wanes in measure.
It succumbs to pressure.
In a lethargic leisure.
Indeed it is a covetous treasure.
Every fortnight it grows in size.
Every other fortnight it demurely lies.
Its expansion has a phenomenal rise.
Its contraction has defeated ties.
Irresistbly it has a fascinating prize.
It shines in the night.
Emitting a cool light.
Expressing no flight.
Empowering a rational plight.
Indeed it delivers a lovely sight.
Does it not exhibit an analogue?
Does it not record a dialogue?
Does it not appear as a prologue?
Does it not sound like an epilogue?
Curiously it is not in thetreasure, leisure, ressure, pleasure, sight, catalogue.
Anxiety mounts up.
Tension creeps up.
Fear rises up.
Pressure scales up.
The results are coming up.
It is not the presidential election.
It is neither the award presentation.
Do not look at me that way.
Do not call me silly.
I await, I see through the gateway.
It is the promotion of my child always.
From Kindergarten to grade 1.
From grade 1 to grade 2.
So on and so forth.
Years ago children loved school,
it was another home to them,
Learning was never cumbersome,
It rendered a development wholesome.
Children learnt with ease,
Numbers were easily mastered,
Letters were finely read,
Everything went directly to the head.
Learning was both study and play,
Simple practices enabled counting
Carry over was established in adding,
Take away was used in subtracting.
Language became a felicitous facility,
Grammar opened up the intricacies,
Usage delivered the delicacies,
Communication became relevancies.
It was an enjoyable experience,
The teacher and taught worked together,
There was no pressure or ill feeling rather,
It was a perfect harmony altogether.
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