Meenas PoemsLike to underscore
the happenings in the fore
could not very well ignore
the incidents before
had set an ambush in four
the heart was
in a tore
cried ,wept then roared
while so got on board
rushed with a load
reached the shore in a node
a different haul and hoard.
A lion on the line
has been on the keen
looking warm in the arms
stood high by a try
coming close with a force
it roared causing a furore
moving around in a bound
looking restless yet breathless
advanced straight on the right
charging heavily almost soberly
causing a devastation without a retribution
then marched ahead with a high head.
Scared I stood behind the door.
Suddenly there erupted a roar.
Shivering I waited for more.
Hope there should be nothing in store.
Any move would cause a blow.
I took a few steps in tip toe.
My legs dragged me to a slow.
What would come next I do not know.
Moved ahead with a caution to the door.
Peeped through the hole in the door.
I saw something tiny crossing the door.
I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.
With confidence I opened the door.
I could see nothing out there along the door.
What was it then that moved through the door?
I got in slamming the door.
It was my mind that was working feverish.
It was my mind that kept me in anguish.
Mostly it is my mind that interrogates with a garnish.
Finally all end up in a situation sans relish.
Scared I stood behind the door.
Suddenly there erupted a roar.
Shivering I waited for more.
Hope there should be nothing in store.
Any move would cause a blow.
I took a few steps in tip toe.
My legs dragged me to a slow.
What would come next I do not know.
Moved ahead with a caution to the door.
Peeped through the hole in the door.
I saw something tiny crossing the door.
I pulled my eyes out of the hole in the door.
With confidence I opened the door.
I could see nothing out there along the door.
What was it then that moved through the door?
I got in slamming the door.
It was my mind that was working feverish.
It was my mind that kept me in anguish.
Mostly it was my mind that interrogated
with a garnish.
Finally it ended up in a situation sans relish.
Meenas Poems 