Meenas PoemsI
t is a day as usual
with the sunrise
everything casual
nothing in a high.
It is a day regular
with the morning fever
everything in order
nothing in a deceive.
It is a day ordinary
with the simple demeanour
everything not extraordinary
nothing of a remember.
it is a day as all days
being the first day of the year
one sets the other follows in a way
brings no fear or cheer.
Let us go through this day
as we go through all days
let us not give it an undue chase
let us compete in the race.
It is a gaze
watching a race
going through a maze
seen in a trace
pursued in a haze
causing a daze
suddenly it says
everything has fallen into place
that be the end of all plays.
The horse being dark
looking like a dried bark
stood tired and exhausted
by the side of the lane .
The children playing around
went in a merry-go-round
as the horse stood lonely
munching the grass thoroughly.
It being a race horse once
now thrown away in a bounce
abandoned by its masters now
away in the wilderness under the bough.
Painful to see the dark horse unclaimed
once a stallion of pride and well deigned
appearing like a haggard on the street
well , that is how men go about the beat.
The horse in the stable
stood agile and able
ready for the race
reckoning a fast trace
where it would attract
as a star in the tract
cheered by the spectators
encouraged by the stake holders
having bet a huge sum on her
awaiting to see her power
as she goes on the race course
starting slowly in the first with little force
picking up gradually in the next round
racing ahead finally with a great sound
her hoofs galloping in a trot
she getting past the slot
emerging finally victorious
carrying a prize money tremendous
bringing a large fortune to the owner
and a great reputation to the trainer
The horse has proved her mettle
while she walks back to her settle.
It being a game or a gamble
whatsoever you might call it in the preamble
the poor horse being trained and trained
having been slogged incurring deep pain
well, the poor animal has to bow
to the great pull and force in the go.
Having been busy all through the day
felt the pain in the knee at night
gnawing and splitting in a way
unable to sleep for an hour even slight
the pain was excruciating and acute
lying down seemed a problem great
sitting up posed an obligation statute
what am I to do ? I very much hate
myself and my knee all to be pulled apart
throwing them into the dustbin at last
before becoming a stumbling puppet
intending to race 
out of the world in a start.
The while little bunny
sat on his tummy
while munching
a carrot.
The tortoise lazy
moved in a glossy
surface while
in chase of a lizard..
The cute rabbit
as always his habit
thought of the old race
started to run.
The tortoise slow
as ever saw around
and crawled in its pace
with renewed confidence.
The hare ran and ran
The tortoise crawled and crawled
The winning post was little away
I waited with a beating heart.
The hare panting advanced.
The tortoise heaving approached.
Oh! it is going to be a tie
said I relieved.
It was a tie hard to decide
Awarding the honour to both
happily got out from my bed
Lo! it was all but a dream.
.
It is back to the old place,
Back to the usual pace,
Back in the familiar space,
Back into the monotonous race.
All things have a back side,
All time has a back tide,
All levels have a back ride,
All steps have a back slide.
Going back home is a pleasant return,
Reading back is a historical learn,
Falling back is a miserable spurn,
Back to the original is never a possible turn.
A firm backing lands all in a glamorous zone,
Backing detects in all an infirm tone,
An undue backing for is precarious prone,
Backing also deletes in all an individualistic own.
Well, getting back to the prescribed text,
It is a back up of all the zest,
Restoring the faculties to the best,
Reaffirming the convictions to a test.
It is back to the regular day,
It is back to the formal say,
It is at times a strenuous slay,
But it is 
always an indefatigable way.
Meenas Poems 