rustle – Meenas Poems

Not A Mere Tree.

The tree over there

rustles in the wind

with its branches moving

and the leaves making a noise

that is so minute and soft

not heard by many

but those who lend their ears

get an inordinate delight

as if some music is on

accompanied by the cadence of wind

punctuated by the movement of the branches

added up by the cackling of birds

backed up by the humming of isects

all beckoning you to a fete ‘

that goes unheard all the most

as we be preoccupied in our nest

held up by the daily chores

glued to the idiot box

addicted to the computer

missing the ecstasy there

that is being convened yonder

not very far from our precincts

where we pay nothing at all

but gain a lot with no interrogation

appeasing the mind and body.

The Rustle And The Tussle

There was a rustle out in the garden.
The leaves were falling one by one on the ground
Making little noise while they fell
but creating a mess in the area around

There,at the same time, emanated a tussle in the house
with anger mounting and words coming out in force
Making a huge noise while they descended
while releasing an unpleasantness in the course.

Cleaning up the mess the lady felt exhausted
The garden now had a look bright and cheerful.
The trees had a fresh shoot appearing undaunted
adding to the grandeur of the garden in a way graceful.

Ending up the dual was a feat terrific and strain
The confrontation was extracting and impossible.
To square up the whole needed efforts which went vain.
Bringing in a settlement was not easily possible.

The disturbance caused by Nature is manageable
except for a few like Tsunami and quakes
The man-made infringements are most deplorable
as they take time to pass and disappear in takes.