Meenas Poems
Fight for your rights goes the thought.
Fight for justice prompts the mind.
Fight for equality calls the experience.
Fight for truth is the much used slogan.
Well, would all these fights work out?
Would all these fights yield fruit?
Would they? Would they? is the query
that would remain unanswered for centuries.
A for apple points out the little girl in cheer
B for ball shouts another little one in gear.
So goes the identification of alphabets without fear.
The child learns the language as years fold.
Mastering the language she achieves a status gold.
Her observations bring out a lively union.
while apple and ball fall back into the oblivion.
Christ is held in high esteem by Christians with no substitution.
Shiva holds the sway over the Hindus of Saivite tradition.
Vishnu adds fervour to an Hindu sect of another definition.
Hinduism abounds in infinite nomenclature.
Mohamed is the renowned prophet of Islamic culture
Buddha is the originator of Buddhism.
Religions find their way assuring multi fold ism
Apple and ball make the child to recognise letters
as they are necessary for the young mind to rise above fetters.
Facilitating a learning with a skill to analyse better.
Holy scriptures make Man to derive truth from the tenets
The idols are like patrolling sergeants reprimanding the erring tenants.
They provide him with a comprehensive enrichment in the strike.
Singing rhymes and hymns deliver grace to child and Man alike
As alphabets form the basis of language in general
idols personify “Truth” in specific annals
As language clads the ideas with links careful
truth discovers the ideals through distinctions lawful
Knowledge calls for dedication and sincerity
as truth eulogizes the righteous and shuns infidelity.
So it goes “Truth” is religion and God is “Truth”.
Nodding her head she sits among friends.
Listening to their remarks of lively trends.
Smiling at their fascinating talks across the bend.
Keeping a pleasant quietness is her way till the end.
Coyly she hears their bashful jeers.
Softly she smothers their tears.
Lovingly she dissipates their fears
as she keeps a pleasant poise is her way unto the rear.
Expressions rude never come from her.
Thoughts evil never get the best of her.
Inhuman behaviour is never found in her
as she Keeps a pleasant grace intact in her.
Her insinuations are assumed as ignorance by some.
Her inclinations are claimed as innocence by some.
Her exclusiveness is termed as pride by some
while keeping a pleasant attitude never pays her handsome.
Her demeanour is all throughout the same.
Believing in truth is her game.
She worships truth not in name
while she keeps a pleasant trust not for fame.
She does not live for others as many do.
She loves them most from out of the blue.
She does not wish to give a clue
while keeping a pleasant extension in the groove.
Her way of life is different all through.
Never does she bow down to authority in a rue.
Never does she acknowledges money as powerful in all her moves
as she keeps a pleasant endearment in her interactions true.
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Religions guide us through life.
Living upright is the way of life.
Speak not lies is all religion’s call.
Help the needy is their essential call.
Believe in truth is their underlying principle.
Never belie trust is every religion’s gospel.
Kind words and acts they advocate bring in harmony and peace.
Radiating cheer and happiness they prove demand no fees.
Humility and respect they insist command progression.
Authority and audacity they point out lead to destruction.
That being the basis of all religions at large.
Wherein breaks violence and unrest in a gorge?
Destroying the human race in gross.
Would people ever try to rectify the flaws?
A message it was
spreading peace and love.
A message it was
calling for unity and understanding.
A message it was
intending to bring cheer and comfort.
A message it was
inviting good will and harmony.
A message it was
rendering help and assistance.
A message it was
looking out for happiness and joy.
A message it was
proclaiming victory and triumph.
A message it was
expressed in poetic felicity.
sent across during New year’s eve.
A message that wishes
an unflinching attention.
A message that seems
to be a gospel.
A message that pronounces
truth and reverence.
A message that reverberates
all throughout.
The charm in anyone is the sincerity,
Telling things straight directly,
Referring instances exactly,
Hiding nothing wantonly,
Letting bare the facts simply,
Keeping truth as a basic quality,
Pushing lies down as a sin instantly,
Go to make a man in all credibility.
Tiny dew drops shine like diamonds ,
They oscillate over the fragile green grass,
Shimmering in the glistening sunrise,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
Little buds peep out from the nodules,
They are in red, rose and blue,
Dancing in the morning breeze,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
Small children walk up the road to school,
They chuckle and chatter as they move,
Exchanging friendly gestures and pep talk,
A beauty not to miss every morn.
The glory of the day lies not in calls,
The charm of the hour is not based on tries,
The contentment rests on impressive sights,
That take us to infinite heights.
The beauty of the morn is not to be missed,
It has to be repeatedly cherished,
The dew drops, bud and child are personifications,
Of transcendental truth and exuberant bliss.
Wrapped up with many tries,
Concealing each other in a dice,
Forging ruthless flies.
Truth stands alone,
In a flattery zone,
Where it is thrown
By the windy blown.
Yet it stands up above,
The restless grove,
Of tantalizing move,
And disquieting rove
It hovers over a platitude,
Of infirm fortitude,
Going through a coveted ingratitude,
As it accost a rebellious latitude.
It resists the tempting allure,
By holding a stately demur,
As it shunning the facile glamour,
With a shielding armour.
Integrity clones with honesty
By slicing the fiction out of the priority,
As it accepts the directions of morality,
By discarding the dubious activity.
Integrity undergoes much hardship,
As it gets battered by the whip,
Still it bears the tedious strip,
With a poised graceful flip
“I am the fairest of all “
Story of Snow White recall,
Fair you are,
In complexion and colour,
Are you fair in other?
Quoth the mirror?
Not to Snow white alone,
But to everyone.
Snow white smiles affably
While we grin peevishly,
She nods gently,
Whilst we shiver nervously,
She is fair all through,
But we are unfair to the cue,
She sweeps across in pride,
When we weep over in deride,
Snow white is the fairest of all,
Is not a claim tall.!!
How fair are you?
We do not have a clue.
Down ,down goes the lies.
Meenas Poems 