Meenas PoemsThe place I seek
could be meek
I prefer it that way
as it suits me in a way
small is beautiful
simple is always wonderful
meek in a sense is quiet and submissive
the place I like is fine and conducive
would like to settle in tranquility
where peace reigns in superlative.
The believers In God
call themselves atheist
with the faith and trust
with the unflinching courage
they work toward s a goal
hoping to achieve the target
whatever be the means
for they believe in the Almighty
who would let down them.
Being a positive source
with a phenomenal strength
the thought that God would save you
however you might be
be corrupt, greedy and dishonest
shows a perception cheap and lowly
that be not the God’s way
as he sees through all your designs
ruminating through your deceit .
The staunch believers think vehemently
that they are above every one
cause God is by their side
since they pray to him
with fervour and ardently
every morning and evening
more so before going to bed
with the visit o the holy shrines
frequently seeking assistance from God.
Being a position funny
the Omniscient sitting far away
smiles at the believers’plans
those who clamber for short cuts
crying and sobbing in the event
persuading the great master 
pleading to him to give them
wealth and power to the brim
prosperity and victory to the full
thus goes the world
bribing God to give more and more.
It is a game they call
It is hide and seek.
it is a child’s play
with one hiding
and one finding.
How many places
they find to hide?
How many ways
they seek to find?
Spots which else
not known to many
get to be discovered
with a strain unfelt.
Hide and seek
goes in a form
lively and gay..
keeping the children
in a happy sway.
The game covers
the adults too
with an altered vision
where innocence gets away
comes in the impulsiveness
in a stealthy stream.
Concealing the presence
for reasons of corruption
is in vogue nowadays.
The cops engage in a seek
driving it hard in places
unknown and unheard of.
Hiding behind a veil
to keep away from shame
has taken a turn at present
while the ignominy strikes through
the ashamed gets out
getting behind someone .
A game of the young
has become a game of
the adults too
not for joy and love of it
but out of necessity and disgrace.
It looked as if it is going to rain.
The clouds grew dark as if in feign.
But the effort was in vain.
As the expected did not happen in the main.
Thunder also joined the game.
The sound was tremendous not to blame.
But the work was only lame.
As nothing happened to name.
Lightning stepped into the fray.
The shine was a blinding in the bay.
But the schedule was not gay.
As everything indicated an event stray.
The rain played hide and seek.
Its downpour was in streak.
But the entire schedule was meek.
As everything disappeared with a shriek.
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