Meenas PoemsA man stayed in the past
he never came to the days fast.
he stood there looking aghast
at the skies in a gaze.
To him past proved everything
It kept on ringing.
Memories flow in bringing
thoughts in a singing.
To him past is not a history.
it is not anything hoary.
It tells a story
with interesting anecdotes wholly.
Quotes the prices of yester years.
The present price tag causes a fear.
The events of today make him shed tears.
Oh! He looks like King Lear.
One a penny two a penny
hot cross bun
goes the rhyme
when pennies were of worth.
now they are pennies
with a puny limit.
Escalation in prices
has reached the sky.
Gold and silver prices
rock up and down
with the fall too little
while the rise is too high.
The land value is exciting
prompting the landed to sell
and become landless.
With the cost becoming dear
travels to places near
provides pleasures nominal.
Where are we moving in the sojourn ?
In prices trying to reach the sky.
In existence going deep down
singing the rhyme
one a penny two a penny
hot cross bun.
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