Meenas PoemsThe obsession becomes a diversion
Small issues create a distraction
Rise up to a level beyond redemption
They force a withdrawal imminent
They promote a disaster diffident,
The creativity dies instantly
There surfaces a disability
A manifestation of incapacity
Which brings to end a spontaneity
That is the sound of death knell.
Sauntering through the world of dreams
where everything seems to be fantastic
with pride and joy gathering in a beam
where nothing creates anything agnostic
she sleeps through the night in a gleam.
Come morning she has to face the real
where everything appears to be drastic
with duty and work leading to an original
where all things are weighed by a yardstick
she passes the day with absolute trial.
Mediation gets across
You might say if
there is amiability.
I say if it had been
there would not have been
a case to mediate.
Understanding is the basis
for mediation and resolution
If there is little or nothing of that
it will not see the light.
It would go to trial.
It would take years.
It would devolve on generations.
releasing nothing in way of settlement.
but more and more of discordant diffusions.
Waters do meet in the ocean,
Lands do track down in a traction,
Wind do blow in a friction,
Men do set themselves in a session,
Captioning it as a delightful Conviction.
Rivers have a natural flow,
Lands generally have lovely row,
Winds usually have a gentle blow,
Men hardly go about in a toe.
Deleting justice to an ultimate slow.
Waters flood once a while,
Lands slips during the rainy file
Winds storm in occasional trial,
Men exhibit guile all the while,
Seeking to challenge truth in a vile.
Nature takes on the cyclic course,
In no mean terms, though with force,
Men go for back stabs in a morose,
Oh! they are the actors with high resource.
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A chemical riddle makes us gaze
As the valency and symbols confuse,
The learned get entangled in the maze,
While the ignorant succumb to the infuse,
The balancing trial remains a tiring play.
The life game leaves us in a haze
The values and significance are crushing,
As the noble find themselves in a blaze
The evil recede to a status depleting,
The equalising effort becomes intangible.
Those bestowed with wealth are in a race,
To achieve the confirmed destination,
Those with lesser Fortune are at the grace,
To retain the affirmed position,
Thus failing to balance the equation.
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