Meenas PoemsA man from south
went north
the cultural east
the affluent west
also bid him to come
knew not what to do
sat in the centre
still he is there
does not know
where to go?
turns on all directions
with lively intentions
finally settles in the middle
feels he has solved the riddle
a man with no aim
but clever in his game .
Settling in a crucial way
negotiating all the day
keeping things at bay
makes one go astray
far from the norms
adjusting to the qualms
relinquishing the charm
assuaging with a balm
has been the schedule
initiating a prelude
which do not include
anything in the rectitude
going out in a premium
extending to the maximum
disowning the minimum
encompassing the infinitum.
Pointing a finger at others is easy.
Blaming others for failures is very easy.
Shifting the responsibility is damn easy.
Accepting the mistake is never too easy.
Not everyone admits so earnestly.
Not everyone appreciates so swiftly.
Not everyone behaves so finely.
As everyone feels high incredibly.
Failure is found almost everywhere.
Mistakes are common everywhere.
Realisation is seen somewhere.
Retribution is not visible anywhere.
Thus life moves on with an uncertainty.
It has to move though diffidently.
Whatever is destined to happen will happen definitely.
So we have to settle the scores rather dolefully.
Meenas Poems 