Meenas PoemsThe squabbles in a family
turns sour.
The one who is at the helm
seems not fair
the skirmish begins.
The tussle picks momentum
the situation worsens
hostility mounts
decorum is lost.
The family parts ways
the communication ends
siblings become foes.
The distortion continues
through generations
the animosity increases
never does it diminishes?
A togetherness in a crowd
is a quality to be proud
how many of the loved
travel with humility in bowed
each one has the ego in a cloud
which echoes itself in a loud
the one over there cries aloud
the other one here shies cowed
with that comes a skirmish all in a way
followed by a tussle all through the day
that keeps each other in a bay
the protagonist and the antagonist stay
their chauvinism turns sour and loses
that much for the togetherness
where solidarity remains in the wilderness
and the loved ones trail i
n blessedness.
There was a rustle out in the garden.
The leaves were falling one by one on the ground
Making little noise while they fell
but creating a mess in the area around
There,at the same time, emanated a tussle in the house
with anger mounting and words coming out in force
Making a huge noise while they descended
while releasing an unpleasantness in the course.
Cleaning up the mess the lady felt exhausted
The garden now had a look bright and cheerful.
The trees had a fresh shoot appearing undaunted
adding to the grandeur of the garden in a way graceful.
Ending up the dual was a feat terrific and strain
The confrontation was extracting and impossible.
To square up the whole needed efforts which went vain.
Bringing in a settlement was not easily possible.
The disturbance caused by Nature is manageable
except for a few like Tsunami and quakes
The man-made infringements are most deplorable
as they take time to pass and disappear in
takes.
It was a row
not among elders.
it was a tussle.
not among the parties.
It was a fight
not among the communities.
It was a quarrel
not among the sections.
It was an argument
not among the politicians.
it was a controversy,
almost among two of equal age.
It became heated in terms.
The heat turned unbearable.
It rose like a blazing fire.
Shouts in loud voice filled the air.
It drew lots around.
Old and young rushed to the spot.
The two were standing with faces red.
Gesticulating at each other in high temper.
The loveliest was saying
“I am four years old.
The other one was crying
“I am five years old”
The assertive one quipped
“Four is greater than five.”
The relatively bigger one
meekly refuted that five is bigger than four.
The smarter of the two stoutly denied
“ay you, four is greater than five.”
silencing the older one.
The five-year old walked down the lane
beaten by the four-year old.
Unobtrusively Darwin’s theory
“survival of the fittest”finds its way.
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