Meenas PoemsA lady of yesterday
dignified and stately
a lady of today
casual and smart
be a lot of difference
a distinct decorum
seen in the yesteryears
a let go attitude
found in the recent
attribute it to the time
be that of the years
more so of the generation
a wide mouthed chasm
penetrates through the prism
Do you hear a sigh near
could it be afar
nay very much from me
mumbling to myself
Oh! the good old days.
The early morning call
be it to the temple
not for me in all
for my cousin’s invite.
Never had risen so early recent
not even during examinations
nice of it to see the morn decent
turned out to be a fascination.
The darkness still dense
the rays of sun not visible
free from pollution intense
away from the high decibel.
A drive through the town
the houses locked and gates fastened
could go fast without a frown
unnecessary to run in a hasten.
The temple was also free
so quick for the morning devotees
could pray with the mind in glee
rewarding would it turn to be?
Once a quiet suburb
now a teeming hub
when a few lived around in past
while thousands go about in present
when there was no shops all over
where now are giant malls and towers
when it was a walker’s paradise
while now it is an accident prone dias
where it was a zone eco-friendly
while now it is a place of polluted alley
when it was a healthy explore
now i becoming a dire deplore
when it was a receiver of lively downpour
now i a deceiver of rainy outpour.
where years ago there was peace
while years down there is only chaos.
Such is the play of age not only on human
but also on earth labelling it with bad omen..
Of late I am succumbing to forgetfulness
thinking of something while doing another thing
has become a way of my life nowadays
that keeps me off the memory track now and then.
Once looked upon for strong memory
while my friends dubbed it as very cruel
now I am at the mercy of my memory
trying to recollect with lot of pains
but if I pass anyone who smiles at me
I proceed with a big grin and bigger nod
If some other comes near and talks
i am at a loss as my grin gives out very quickly.
I make up the whole thing pretending to know them
and talk generally about weather and place
thus escaping from the incorrigible forgetfulness
that has seized me in the recent days.
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