Meenas PoemsIt is been a day of travel
road and air in all
hours together nonstop
a climb and a get down on top
an embark and a disembark
all in a day’s arc
a trial happens all through
once in a month being a due
cannot avoid being a place of business
well, it has become a routine in a sense
need I to undertake to keep my pot boil
have to put an extra efforts of toil
that being the turn of events in the years recent
I ply up and down to live in a way decent.
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It is a travel
could be a travail
a hop up and a hop down
could raise a frown
the to and fro is a necessity
could create an intensity
it is an ardent fervour
could be to win over
it is almost done
could be not a fun
it is a struggle in the slot
could be a grafted plot
it is avarice and deceit
could be one of conceit
would I accomplish the task ?
could be one of an ask.
I see a sheep
timid and tired
with it a goat
foolish and blurred
led by a herdsman
fragile and frightened
cross through the land
bumpy and rugged
the weather is cold
snowy with a blizzard
all three walk ahead
stuttering and scared
all in a way the sheep cries
the goat chuckles and mutters
the man whistles and guffaws
the group goes past
the hill in great spirit
being a travel less known.
A marathon it was
travel so tedious as all that
a night on the other end
a morning in the mid way
dusk finds you at the farthest side
a real twenty-four hours so quick
a full turn around the world
never could you believe
have to wind the watch
not once but thrice
saw the dark stillness twice
all in a day it happened
being a fly back home.
A day it was yesterday
full of events in a way
an interview for visa to travel
a non immigrant stamp on the
done with effective conduct
in a no-nonsense deduct
with some questions simple
the time to get over
was not altogether
an hour or more
but only a few minutes
yet the wait for an appointment
attached with it the rules and regulations
was tense and proved a little anxious
while the anticipation after the viva
was one of a dilemma
concerned not of the approval
the period to process and deliver
the important document as such
submitted to authorities for perusal
that of a passport of great validity
an identity as well as an asset
a token to travel in and out
in the form of a small book
with dates of issue and expiry
a number with an initial
say A 123456
along with the place of issue
and the country of origin
all to be memorized .
A significant copy it is
once lost dooms you for eternity
the application and the compiling
takes long days to work out
with the authorities busy all time
Not risky to 
lose your name
or might forget it for a while
never the passport anymore.
Have to cross the borders
to travel in order
to see my children
who live in different regions.
The joy of visiting them
turns into glum
the long hours of flight
is in itself not blight.
Three hours over the sky
is plausibly a pleasurable drive
anything more is apprehensive
transforms into repulsive .
No country is so near as that
most lie far away in state
a full day or more into the clouds
makes one resist travel aloud.
The thought of a day and more
confines one to a no more
as the age advances every year
travel does not hold any cheer.
A long time absentee
been on a travelling spree
away from home for a duration
writing though with a passion
not many in the row as usual
penning a few in casual
picturing what I saw along
sometimes with a belong
other times scribbling a verse
without much attachme
nt fierce
spent most of the hours seeing
land, people, and culture in a swing
an experience absolute and exact
that worked on my feelings intact
a great break from the routine as well
far away from the place I dwell
an ecstatic moment in the perception
a lovely feast to the eyes sans deception.
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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!
Travelling may be many
by mind and by body
whichever suits you well
go by the facility
one labouring the mind
the other exhausting the body
To be frank and straight
any travel is an exercise
requiring tenacity and will
a slight back out
would entrench you in a pool rigorous 
landing you in trouble serious
causing a feverish mind
and a strained physique
Careful you be
never take travel lightly
It would show up in brands
great and grave
carrying strands
intricate and entangled.
The roads I take are highways
long and straight with no face.
It is drive, a drive to the end
faster and safer without bends.
Paying tolls at every town’s entry
passing through the tolls sentry
reaching the destination well ahead
as we not drive but fly instead.
All being well with great advance
there is most missing the chance
no lively being crosses the way
nothing interrupts the fray
as buildings and houses seen in roads
with hoardings and huge 
signboards
lending a touch of reality and recognition
a sight-seeing like activity without friction.
The hurry which is involved in the driving
makes one despise the very act of travelling
The monotony that gets in the run
robs the feeling of pleasure and fun
Driving straight through the highway
noticing only cars that go in the same way
tends to be stressful and exhausting
Well, I feel that the older way is most interesting.
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