Meenas Poems
The night watchman he is
say that he sits with eyes open
I have a one at home
who sits with half-closed eyes
starts to nod as the hours fly
snores loud as the midnight come
sleeps full as the wee hours descend
turns alert at the rise of dawn
stands cheerful and smart in the morn
Well! a duty bound officer in charge
pleased to have one with a fair charge
a figure in the watchman’s robe
a ploy to show off the house is secure
a note of vanity in me well explained.
The field that is marked
the area that is circumscribed
the border that is crossed
the mark that exceeds
the excess that overflows
the overflow that spurts out
the spurt that gushed out
the gush that flows in spate
well, that is how everything takes place
as the manipulation stretches itself
with a bound and limit
then pierces through the sides
taking the short cut in a speed
calculating the pros with a wit
discarding the cons with contempt
there arises a flicker in the trail
with that the deal comes to an end
as the greed takes over
the passive sleeps over.
A little baby is lying in a cradle,
She is making noises in a babble,
Her cries are calls a little feeble,
She mostly lets out a giggle.
The baby is like a dainty rose,
Tiny appears her fingers and toes,
Her face enlightens all those,
Her smile ensues a lovely glow.
Soon her eyes gently close,
She sucks her thumb in a doze,
As her charm increasingly grows,
Opening out to all an ecstatic source.
It is a pleasure to see her sleep,
Her light slumber is not deep,
She gets startled at a tiny beep,
Forcing a stealthy silence in a creep.
Peeping over the cradle for long,
Sends a tranquil vibration all along,
Sets the mind at peace not wrong,
Makes the heart sing a merry song.
It is a pleasure unexplainable,
It is a leisure unfathomable,
Oh!Is not my verse lovable?
Nay,it is the way the baby sleeps
is enjoyable.
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Meenas Poems 