Meenas PoemsThe senses be of strain
when faced with a drain
the sensitivity becomes plain
as they leave a feign
there be nothing to deign
there exists no reign
there be no sign
of growth in any design
that be the issues of the sense
when it harps on nonsense.
The age has withered her great
With deep-set eyes
and discoloured cheeks
she looks like an age-old fable
going by her instinct
she spreads radiance
as her self contains a lot of reference
that open out without any interruptions
she coming forth with her experiences
emphasizing on the good
passing lightly over the bad
she being a treasure-house
who makes life interesting
as she plays a 
role
that of a good angel all around
making people happy in the round.
The talk going on
just an empty talk on and on
a veiled talk in the front
an open attack in the back
that be the travel around
as they go up the road
with a strong wind
and come down the will
with the flow against them
these are the craziest people as seen
who talk nothing with sense
these are the crankiest fellows I know
who talk all lies in the upfront
these are the most cantankerous group all around
who make most by talking irreverent things .
Relying on them is but foolish
going by the words is idiocy
taking them up for revenge is derogatory
ignoring them then and there is prudence.
A feeling overwhelms
bringing into the realm
free flow of tears
as I am subjected to hear
the manipulations of people around
their connivance is extremely sound
none could see through it in the surface
being concealed well within without a trace
as far the truth goes getting betrayed
has been a way of my life in every stage
facing everything with a stoicism
I carry on accepting the realism.
Being in a distance
far from any interruptions
has been the stance
taken to avoid any eruption
that would lead to fall out in a sense
staying far away from the deception
as proximity would dislocate ambience
causing a distinct dissension
deviating away from credence
flocking into the disruptions
wanting to head through a riddance
got away from the population
settled in a remote tenancy
craving for peace and no more
for instance
Equality is the word most pronounced these days.
Men and women are equal in all ways.
This in reality is only a say.
Men still rule high though with a prolapse.
They set aside their ominous lapse.
They walk with pride even in a collapse.
Women still toil in profound silence.
They brush aside every offence.
They are expected not to raise their voice in defence.
Men are not any better than the women.
In truth women fare well than men.
The fact which provokes all men.
Women strive for excellence.
Perfection is their preference.
They interact with lot of sense.
Women rule with an iron hand.
Their executions are always grand.
They add the charm to the band.
There is slipshod in their stance.
There are breaks and falls by chance.
That do not disqualify them from our glance.
Appreciation is what they require.
Scathing criticism they do not desire.
Their enthusiasm is a lovely fire.
Men and women are entwined in life.
They go ahead together in strife.
Living graciously as man and wife.
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