Meenas PoemsLiving on a tree
looking from high
see the world down
with men going up and down
know not where they
go
as there is always a thoroughfare
I see with awe
at the frenzy with which they walk
as is someone is behind them
chasing them with a stick
their face all seemingly worried
thinking of something that they have missed
I see all these from a height
feeling much for the human
who have lost all happiness
pursuing the mundane
Seeing people off
takes a terrible move off
some cry when they depart
others look frigid when they part
the heaviness gets on the heart
however brave one might be in short
the attachment gets significant
with the pangs attaining a resilient
the moment of parting arrives
bringing with it a derive
that takes a feeling out of us
mostly pending with passions plus
such that we go about with a sadness
which crushes the madness
that aims at a never parting reference
but have to get away due to circumstance.
With a knock here and a knock there
the door opens ajar.
The doors are made of best teak
with all brass latches and hinges
Yet they do not satisfy the norms feels he.
A kind of acceptance is my strength.
Seeing the best and ignoring the worst
has been my attitude for a period long.
Well that had and has helped me in the prolong
making things dull look bright.
it is in the vision and the seeing ability
that goes on in the making with relevance.
With that resignation I accept things in life
and clinch the deals in my ventures.
They being not voluminous but of fine quality.
People may call me an ignorant imbecile.
as I had let go all the pretty things due to me
I did so with a smile while my heart bled.
Conquering the heart I came out with a victory
deciding not to think of the bygones.
So with the title of an ignorant fool
I go about in this world of shrewd
as a person who knows nothing
as an entity who could be easily cheated.
If that be my fate I raise no objection.
Meenas Poems 