Meenas Poems
The talk of the town
an idiomatic phrase
comprises with a frown
the general public in phase
a phraseology that is relative
shields the faces of those who talk
at times a little informative
most times a quack
yes, it helps the lovers of gossip
to drop messages on the go
a sort of rumour with tight lips.
The wrath portends a sway
That be of a vengeance
Carried from times long
That be of the filial hatred
Concentrating on the wealth
The family inherited
Having been divided partially
The least beneficiary nurturing a grievance
That inebriated him for long
Being unable to solve in his lifetime
Passed on to his son
Who being a young man
With the youth in his side
The fresh blood took up arms
Gunning and shooting his cousins
That paved the way for a cessation
Making the town fall apart
Those who support the other one
Became the targets of the affected
That went on for years
People holding a grudge against each other
The patrolling force could do no wonder
Except for a few arrests now and then
A small deviation sowed the way for discrimination
Tearing the town, then the nation on the whole
With the civil war on the anvil
There lay a great danger ahead
Such do the Asian nations
Fight each other without any reason
Forgetting they were good neighbours in the past
Opening their portals to the western military action
Who stay long making much of these petty trivial
Fattening their own nation in the milieu
Impoverishing the fighting nations
A little way from here
there is a town near
small and sleepy
laid back and funny
it being so nice
with its lovely guys
who get up late
know no date
loiter about
enjoy no doubt
eat what they like
when they wish
with no specifics
not there be any artifice
deeming all things great
expecting nothing in the rate
that be their fair play
nothing more to say.
The clattering sound from near
with the buildings coming up very near
the noise and sound go up in air
with the flying of scaffolding down
with the throwing of tea cups unmindful
with the pulling down of my walls without any relent
the garden kept so far clean with greenery all around
turns messy in a short time as if dressed in rags
that which is brought up with care and love
gets shattered in a quick time for greed
the trees and plants looking shabby and haggard
with dirt covered over them not little but terrible
seemingly crying for a relief in exasperation
with the proximity of the building so close
violating the norms of town planning
with the authorities keeping mum
why ?you must be knowing better
they having been rewards handsome
while the builder makes huge profits
abutting into my area slowly and gradually
destroying my peace and ambience
this being only an example all through
where the rules are broken
with the mouth being shut by bribes hefty
while those of us who refuse to pay
seeking relief by rightful measures
go unrelieved mostly and certainly
as the world is lacking in transparency
and the officials unheeding to our plea.
permit the builder to go about
with nothing to restrain and restrict.
Meenas Poems 