Meenas PoemsTravelling may be many
by mind and by body
whichever suits you well
go by the facility
one labouring the mind
the other exhausting the body
To be frank and straight
any travel is an exercise
requiring tenacity and will
a slight back out
would entrench you in a pool rigorous 
landing you in trouble serious
causing a feverish mind
and a strained physique
Careful you be
never take travel lightly
It would show up in brands
great and grave
carrying strands
intricate and entangled.
Orders of Courts are for a follow
Not designed as anything to swallow.
How many orders are being carried out?
Does the Courts get the details about?
Orders Of Courts have become shallow
Much prescribed from the hollow.
Holding no value or merit in the run
Set aside for convenience mostly shunned.
Orders Of Courts are read out by judges
subsequently signed by them without smudges.
The orders remain orders for months
namesake sealing the time as one month.
The judges and Courts care no more.
The involved lawyers get away from the core.
The Plaintiff stretches and drags the execution.
The Defendant fumes and sags over the detention.
What are courts for I know not?
What do judges do I know not?
Judges preside over Courts not seriously
Courts and judges behave dubiously.
The life in the University was the culmination
All good things happened during that period
scoring high and ranked top among all
the life was really a bed of roses.
with fame and name to adorn
The university was a place of learning
much different from school
Relied on our references and research
The individuality developed in great strides
extending a self-esteem and reliance.
The wit and writing got sharpened
The mind took control over the heart
Wisdom overwhelmed emotions.
releasing a great insight and understanding
where playfulness gave way to seriousness.
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Life in the University was not one of stress
It was the best of all the learning
A creative mind does extremely good in this phase
with lot of study aids in hand and in the library
acquiring knowledge as and when we study for a degree.
Being the wonderful phase in life
this life came to a close in a few years
leaving me in the world of strife
coping up with the nuances with ease and delight.
A life that makes one to wonder and remain awestruck
An unknown reptile creeps into the backyard,
It is red ,blue and yellow with bold marks,
It slithers on like a flaming rod,
Glittering unholy in the dark.
It has slipped into the yard isolating from its tribe,
Signalling to a teeming populous in the garden,
Gleefully slitting the roots of the flowering plants in a jibe,
Joyfully sucking the juicy liquid like a rodent.
They are none other than a sort of gardener’s pest,
Thriving in fives and hundreds after the rainy seasons,
Languishing slowly in the torrid sun’s zest,
Straying into the yards in quest of hibernation.
Jauntily proposing a colourful exterior,
They vehemently destroy the blossoming foliage,
Greedily wreck the delightful interior,
Perfidiously gobble the green leafage.
To get rid of them is elaborately laborious,
It is painful to see the devastation,
Still more horrible to kill the notorious,
More so to infringe the earth with pesticide horrendous.
How to save my garden,I know not?
My heart throbs and my eyes well,
Seeking seriously for a way out,
The very thought rummage my mind to a shell.
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