Meenas PoemsA sail in the boat
over the river afloat
could never cause a jolt
as the river holds
no turbulence in bold
being of a passive mold
it flows without any rolls
the boat sails pleasant
causes nothing unpleasant
a lively sojourn
could be one of great in a turn
A walk by the lovely river
where there is no noise whatsoever
the flow of the river is music intense
the tweets of birds strike a cadence
the cool breeze strikes the face gently
being an inspiration lovely
the stray incidents of a dog’s bark in terms
heard occasionally in irregular rhythms
could be the only jarring notes all round
the trees stand majestically all around
solicit you with a love unknown and yielding 
what more could there be in the morning
a sullen and serene walk with an invigoration.
The river is almost full
it flows with a great pull
a scene rare to see
as it is always free
water is a rare phenomenon
as the rains failed to come
unwanted things occupy the river bed
where cattle loiter instead
it appears as a polluted basin
where the city’s waste drains
the foul smell it emanates all around
destroy the environ in an abound
the ghastly sight was an eyesore
as the city became unfit to living
the water now flows with an ease
extending a fresh look and 
lease
it is but wonderful to see the gush
as the river runs with a bridal blush.
Likewise the river flows
so wise and clever
flows she with no stop
stopped she for no reason
reason be not well-
known
known for her steadfastness
fast she runs in force
forcefully she exists
exists she all the year
the year of rain
rain falls in excess
excessive in the catchment
the catch being profuse
as profuse as the bounty
bounteous she looks
a look with a beam and pride
a pride in the right sense
sensible and excellent.
There be a morn
with no sun
There be a night
with no stars
There be a woman
with no beauty.
There be a man
with no sense
There be a hill
with no trees 
There be a river
with no water
Oh! there is everything around
nothing being good.
That be the day
when the world
comes to an end.
Deep runs the ocean
shallow goes the river
many rivers do flow deep
yet there be a difference.
The sea being fathomless
with a salt in the foreground
flowing no matter
whether it rains or shines.
The river being solemn
having tasty
water running through
overwhelming during rain
drying up at times of summer.
The distinctions are many
these being a very few
marking the main forms
that of great and good.
We save money for our children.
We invest in shares and stocks
multiply the money in geometrical progression
buy properties and allow them to appreciate
thus grows money in arithmetical progression
purchase gold in lots and in kilograms
which again hops up to heights
Well, we have saved a fortune for our progeny
and live in peace with the aim to earn more.
The life goes round earning and saving money.
We forget the rest in an easy memory loss.
Having spoilt all the natural resources
having excavated volumes of sand from riverbeds
making them now look like a desert.
having felled all trees for ruthless expansion
leaving the ground dry and desolate
having dug the earth deep for water
turning it into a tattered empty shell
having resorted to artificial coolers and heaters
emitting carbon monoxide destroying the ozone
having adapted to fast food culture
resulting in terminal illness and speedy death
having fertilised the crops with inorganic manure
subjecting the mother earth to a chemical reaction
converting her to a barren unproductive land.
What are we going to leave to our children?
A waterless river running all through
A land without any greenery .
A ground with scars and holes.
An ozone totally shattered.
A generation bereft of immunity.
An unproductive land where nothing could grow.
This is what we have saved for our offsprings
who would see no springs or lakes
but envisage stretches of land
bare and torn very 
badly injured.
With extreme joy
from a small hole
she jumps up like a toy
with a delightful goal.
She gushes out in force
falling on the land
runs away from the source
singing and dancing with the band
Crossing the villages and towns
and the cities in a stretch
she slows down gradually with a frown
weakening through like a wretch.
The melody of her song
turns a sob as she runs
carrying with her the throng
of waste and dirt and thorns.
You may wonder she be.
You and I know her well.
She is the river whom we see.
Oh! she flows through hell.
The river flows into the ocean
know not where the ocean flows
in the end.
Nature takes you along
wherever it goes.
Go with the river
you lose your shiver,
Get ahead over the hill
it would bring you peace still.
Watch the Ocean
that enumerates extensive reason.
Look at the tree.
It would make your mind free.
Observe a plant
which demonstrate implants.
Last of all the flower
which exhibits beauty forever. 
Meenas Poems 