Meenas PoemsIt is a beautiful May morning
the sun is in its full strength
could see the joy around in full length
the eyes of the children are sparkling
while they go up and down in the swing
they count the moves up to the tenth
they sigh and let out their breath
as they go high up all giggling
it is a pleasure to watch them play
not they know beyond that
a momentous rejoice it seems
an experience that stays for the day
not bothered of any other thing after that
peace transcends subtly in a seam.
I watch through the window
see a bright sun out
With all enthusiasm, I go out
and get stuck by a wind flow.
The sun is there in full
It is radiant and nice
Yet, it is chill in ties
the winds bring the cool.
Heard, that the sun scorches
it beats the elements in the strength
but it is a falsity in length
as winds excel in few pockets.
I perceive the force of winds
not alone in speed as of earlier
I experience the biting cold’s succour
as they flow through the fore and hind.
I pity you, the great golden Sun
You, who I thought was unsurpassable
appear sheepish here in all possible
Well, that is also a part of fun.
Did I call you?
Did I see you?
Did I touch you?
goes my thought
on variables and invariables
on reality and abstract
the sun shines in the morn
the stars twinkle in the night
the moon wanes and waxes
with the rains and floods
the wind blows mild and strong
Do they ask in such a way?
as I interrogate
Never will they do
as they are part of Nature
they are preoccupied
transcend and translate
the sense of life.
The sun and moon
fascinate and enthrall
that be the thrill
with the sun’s glory
and the moon’s charm
go the day and night
with a routine all through
emit the sun the light
while the moon releases grace
both competing with each other
one vying for the prime post
who would clinch the title
do you know tell me
I vote for the moon
as it lights up the night
and relaxes for fifteen days
growing and waning
a symbol of thrive
a significant design
which the sun lacks
as it always shines, then scorches
then burns and finally goes beyond
that be the excess of the sun
and the deficit of it
all in one go
I might sound irrational
Oh 1 that is what I am
a deviant
from the accepted norms.
It is a hot afternoon
the place is like an oven
washed clothes dry up in a second
totally humid and intolerable.
The birds try to chirp
refuse to chat and fly
as they cuddle in their nest
unable to see the bright sun.
The people dare not venture out
apprehensive of the sun stroke
refrain in their homes
afraid to face the incorrigible dazzle.
.
The sun unmindful of its power
shines with a bewildering excess
tarnish the grass and the skin
with equal strength in a fiery glow.
The wave be it heat or tide
signifies a change, a flutter
the one rises up with a vengeance
the other crosses over with an indulgence
both being overwhelming and stifling.
The temperature jump
s up
the warmth ascends in fahrenheit or Celsius
the waves go up with a force
the speed in meters and miles
both throw an effective insurgence.
The furious sun and the ocean
cause a havoc tedious
extrication from these elements
might prove fatal and devastating
with the sun stroke and epidemics on the rise
along with the loss of life and material
all in the go with the disaster pronounced
The sun still not awake
though it is six in the morning
the bustle almost not found
the morn looks sullen.
The sky is down cast
darkness hovers over
rains would come
a sign of welcome.
The day advances
still no move of the sun
peculiar it appears
something amiss is on the way.
Slowly the sun comes out
shines as bright as ever
even hotter than the usual
could be a tongue in cheek attitude
With the rains not coming
with the heat not going
there remains a lull all over.
The rains used to fall copiously
minimising the temperature considerably
releasing a sense of happiness all over.
The rains perhaps want to relax
and the heat wanting to punish
there exists an unpleasant comfort.
The take easy nature of rains
and the penalising attitude of the sun
have evaporated the earth of its moisture.
The parched land looks ugly
the sad faces appear desolate
depicting an anguish and agony.
Nature does play truant
once in a few years
teaching a lesson to man.
Man languishes in mirth
and diminishes in melancholy
never once trying to change.
The years have gone by
with the tears flowing down
nothing is moving up
there being a stagnancy all around.
The days going in the right
with the acts turning left
nothing is progressing straight
there being a halt all around.
The hours are going west
with the sun rising east
nothing is promising north or south
there being a stop all around.
The rays are falling vertical
with the shadow showing horizontal
nothing there could be broad or narrow
there being no move all around.
As there be a stoppage in the light
with the natural darkness in the night
nothing there could be in the life
there being no proportion seen all around. 
It is still dark outside
with the time being 7 in the morning
no sound of the birds on all sides
not that of the honking of cars or any ring
this would be the usual I feel
where the sun sets as late as 8 in the evening
needing a 
twelve-hour break in its steal
the sun would be up only 8 in the morning
This has escaped my attention all through
might be I would have got late
might be I did not go out and see being true
might also be I being preoccupied in a rate
with the regular chores
that I forgot to note
the sun rise in the morn. from its source
More or less I conclude
the blame is not on the sun
but on the government all in an include
that has set the timing so be not it a fun
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