Meenas PoemsA little over there
could be for care
there be nothing to share
did nothing to dare
nor did anything to fare
it lay plain and 
bare
could it be a snare
no not but being rare
it caught up in a flare
exhumed in the glare
be the end of the stare.
Never there was a frontage
that would serve a s a binding
whether be it in bondage
or be so in the winding
less to be heard so much .
Never there was a
divulge
that carry with it an involvement
whether be it in an indulge
or be so in the development
less to be heard so much.
Never there was a fulfillment
that land you in a state of bliss
whether be it an achievement
or be let out like a fish
less to be heard so much.
Never did anything great come into
that bring you fame and fortune alike
whether it be of merit
or be it of disdain in the like
less to be heard so much.
The rose plant over there
has grown without care
Each day it flowers
remaining there for hours
None to tend her at all
None to pluck her in all
She has grown by herself
keeping her to herself.
She grows on the path
giving out no wrath
instead extends a delight
withstanding without fright.
Oh! my rose over there
is there as everybody’s share.
She went to her village
She found none there.
Going to the house where she once lived
She could not trace any one living there
She ran towards the beautiful pond where she played
but could not find fish or frogs there.
She slowly walked towards the school where she studied
The school was bare.
She then proceeded to the temple where she worshipped 
Alas! she could see no God there.
A move there.
Going away from home town
a move out.
A move there
Clearing the way for leaders.
A move out.
A move there
Taking a decision very bold.
A move out.
A move there
Getting upset over simple things.
A move out.
A move there
here and every time and place.
A move out.
Up and down we go
What for we do not know?
Here and there we see
What for we do not know?
Right and left we move
What for we do not know?
Gain and loss we make
What for we do not know?
Earn and spend we do
What for we do not know?
Good and bad we commit
What for we do not know?
Love and hate we relate
What for we do not know?
Soft and sharp we speak
What for we do no know?
Kind and cruel we pose
What for we do not know?
Smile and weep we react
What for we do not know?
Happy and sad we be
What for we do not know?
Live and 
die we interpret
What for we do not know?
Meenas Poems 