Meenas PoemsRamblings make up a poem.
Emotions add the charm to the write.
Message makes it a preach
bereft of enjoyment in the reach.
Poems become a screech
with a repeated insinuations of love
saying I loved you
and you ditched me
I need you very much
and cannot live without you as such.
If these make up a poem
what else would not
and the feeling is that
poems are centered on love
nothing but love
that too very romantic
and extremely passionate.
Organising a set up around,
Needs a skill
Tracking a deviation around,
Needs an extra skill,
Listening to a speech long,
Needs patience,
Appreciating the content prolonged,
Needs extra patience,
Reading a write-up superficial,
Needs tolerance,
Closing up to the matter artificial,
Needs extra tolerance,
Comprehending concepts insensible,
Needs virtue,
Spreading themes indecent,
Needs extra virtue,
Bashing forcefully through the subjects,
Needs a firm allowance.
Keep the feelings aside,
Allow equanimity to be beside,
Deliver the message to the side,
Without any hide.
Going into the deep ,
Getting involved into the sweep,
Gathering moss from beneath,
Gives a scope below the underneath.
Dispassion lacks emotions,
It dispels commotion,
As it lends a healthy notion,
To the interactive motion.
A delivery with no constraint,
Yet with a disciplined restraint,
Foreshadows any gross complaints,
Resulting in a novel acquaint.
Bereft of jargons and schemes,
Compressed with factual streams,
Though the presentation has no steam,
The result delivers a charming gleam.
Dispassionate is an unfamiliar trend,
Not appreciated at all ends,
The delivery extends,
A formal and withdrawn blend.
Meenas Poems 