Meenas PoemsOne at a time
called the teacher
none did listen
went on in a chorus.
One at a time
called the teacher again
none paid attention
being a boisterous lot.
One at a time
called the teacher finally
a missed call however
none did obey her.
So are the teachers looked upon
shout they as much as they can
not be effective in the round
create not a stir among their ward.
Great be the time
loud be the chime
keep on the mime
have to earn a dime
with your rhymes
that be the prime
put you in the light lime .
Time and again is a phrase
uttered in a phase
seems to be a loathe
wrapped up in a clothe
a usage with a soreness
a deploy with no freshness
time and again we say
the same happening goes
without much difference in rows
we shirk with a dissatisfaction
not to involve in such action
seems like a weird effort
time and again is a fret.
Time is best
a factor without any rest
puts us to test.
A verse great
does not have a rate
commends beyond date.
The allegations at an age
the criticism at a period
the attack at a time
when the spirits are down
cause a havoc unbearable.
Never have seen smooth sail
Never have experienced a flow
Never have heard a kind word
all through the days hay and old.
The scathe and scorn in volumes
scrap the heart of its tenderness
the sore is so ulcerative
it bleeds internally copiously.
The haemorrhage accounts for a stumble
a withdrawal from the kith and kin
might be also from the child too
as it clogs and tarnishes the feel.
The cast away from society at large
the pull away from the near and dear
makes one find solace in the lifeless
that of read and write in design.
The words pop out with animation
laugh and talk with cheer
console with a smothering rhythm
care with cordial solicitation.
It being a long road
Very wide and broad
With nothing in between
No town or village seen
Going through it is an experience
Relieving the feelings tense
The length being not certain
The travel seems to have no pattern
With no place to stop over and rest
The drive grants a lively test
The endurance works to a maximum
With the exhaustion making one dumb
The long journey does not seem to end
Lending a parallel to the life’s bend
That of going through the ordeals with belief
Hoping to come out with a blissful relief.
Well, the travel this way by a drive straight
Symbolically illustrates the life’s sail too, right!
It is cynical
letting all to rot
not paying attention
not acting fast.
It seems whimsical too
that of great labour
mostly unwanted
sourcing the legal.
The legality is there
to find solution
how far could it be?
how quick would it do?
The time elapses
the interest wanes
the solution is 
not found
issues go out of hand.
The man keeps talking
saying he would retrieve
what is he going to?
no one knows.
Spend more time with your children
that would be for a promise
looking after them with care
would prove to be a bliss.
Spend time not money on them
as the attention you devote necessarily
hastens in a great progress definitely
that would be an achievement in the float.
Spending money on them and on their wish
could lead them to a growth phenomenal
being like a cat on the wall watching deliberately
aiming on a rise or a slip into a fall.
The extravaganza you put forth
putting them in expensive boarding schools
pulls them off from you two-fold
creating a distance in proximity and affection.
Pampering them with largess in all
Settling them in comforts in full
reposes them in a faith untoward
they not knowing the reality in an entertain.
That be the way to bring up children
monitoring them closely yet away
being not an expense too much nor too little
a balanced juxtaposition that would delight.
Time they say
being the essence
that being great
that being important
with a punctuality
going by the reliability
enhancing the effect
diminishing in the track
an exaltation of the validity
an enumeration of the benefits
there being a course not one of fun
but being a source of undaunted rehearsal.
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