Meenas PoemsBeing a gift
small it be
inexpensive it is
carries more value
very dear to the heart.
The thought behind
the love it holds
opposed to the monetary
being not genuine
comprises a glitter.
Great be it all the more
away from the heart
estranged from the truth
exposes a vanity in stretch
a token of power and wealth.
The little presentation
tiny in stature
lives all throughout
retained in the memory
a direction from Godliness
The thought to renunciate
stems from a displeasure
more so from an authenticate
a refusal of a treasure
seems not ordinary
a rejection of pleasures
connotes a mindset extraordinary
many do that with an intention
do they carry out in earnest?
a question with a great suspense
if they do it is a test
start from the smallest and at levels
let that be initiated with refusal of a candy
then go above to greater levels
the resistance would lead you to the entry
the way you go about with renunciation
leads to 
a hard path with a resolution.
It is a small house
a full house
with children many
all not very tiny
cheerful and alert
never in a divert
work and play
not only with clay
being the base for dolls
happiness is felt in all
a great enthusiasm it is
a preference with, please
the house though small in size
exudes warmth without a price.
The flow is harsh
comes there clog
s
in lot of sorts
big and small
red and brown they fall
at times very scary
at moments very crazy
yet the flow never stops
not does it flop
it is a kind of drain
teases the brain
yet it goes on and on
causes a terror
terminates in an anger
thus it ebbs up and down
gush and brown.
The flow is harsh
comes there clogs
in lot of sorts
big and small
red and brown they fall
at times very scary
at moments very crazy
yet the flow never stops
not does it flop
it is a kind of drain
teases the brain
yet it goes on and on
causes a terror
terminates in an anger
thus it ebbs up and down
gush and brown.
There is a drizzle out there
drop by drop come the rain
not big ones as I wish
tiny as pin heads they fall
wanted it to last for a time
disappeared in a few seconds
a disappointment gross
not only to me sole
to my plants too on whole
starved they are full
to my trees also still
look they parched
to my lawn entire
seem they very yellow and dire
to my ground in strain
appear scorched and drained
Would not the rain come?
I cry along with my entourage
No sign of rains in the round
a hot humid weather all around.
The coconuts from the garden
small they have become
gone without water be the reason
rains have deceived in all seasons
the nuts look dry and parched
exceed in numbers though
starved they seem 
on the exterior
the inside looks great with cheer
butter like slippery substance
lies there almost in most
hold little water sweet
the tender sleeves are tasty
lovely to bite with ease
like to say like Keats
all things small are beautiful
The tiny bud
looks like a stud
beautiful and good
closed and opened .
The closure is so tight
giving a lovely sight
allowing nothing to penetrate
not even air in a rate.
The opening is so subtle and small
perceiving through it is a crawl
as it remains so 
tight-lipped
not wanting to losses the grip.
The bud is tricoloured
white pink and red
run through it so rhapsodic
leading to a revel mystic.
A lively day with action
getting lot of reaction
multiplied in fraction
seen in great faction
heard in situation
fastened by traction
undergoing a deletion
finding no reason
withstanding all treason
going ahead in fashion
reaching the culmination
with no obstruction
thus the day went by in precision
as the action came to a stop with a fusion
where good and bad confront in a notion
while great and small clash in a notation
as the valid and fake pose a confrontation
the day came to a close away from the stipulated location.
Taking the money from the exchequer
where the politics come into force
where the powerful make it legal
where the country becomes poor
this is the game of those who rule
going rampant in their loot
forgetting the country and its people.
Well, is this not one and the same as stealing
A thief takes the money from a pocket
runs away with it making it illegal
where the person loses his hard-earned money
The petty thief if caught goes behind the bars
while the powerful caught or not
goes in Rolls Royce..
Meenas Poems 