Meenas PoemsI am sensitive
very sensitive
to those around
to words across
to experience all through
quick as a wink
I go into the shell
never wish to come out
slowly as the hurt heals
I make my entry slowly
never turn across
those who bruised me
not a talk all through
of those who hurt me
Oh! that is me all the way
who has lost many a fortune
by this schedule of sensitivity.
On the sea shore
there are more
pebbles small and big
excessive they are in a dig
in many shapes as well
hexagon and square in tell
tiny conches and shells
found there in a dwell
I, like a child eagerly
gathered them steadily
threw them into the water
flowed they back in a splatter
engaged in a play for a while
so it continued in great style
the game brought memories of past
which have been rightly cast
at the rear end of the mind.
Now, I see it as a great find.
A wisdom I attained after years
a way to live in good cheer
is to remember
the good more
forget the rest as it is a bore.
All in a nutshell
where everything was well
with the ringing of the bell
came there news with a tell
about a man who fell
straight into the deep well
while there rang the death knell
as the man lay in hell
struggling in pain with a quell
sobbing and weeping all throughout
when the help reached out
lay dead and still without doubt.
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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