Meenas PoemsA story told
is retold
year-long it goes
from ear to ear it goes
add ups are too many
left outs are very many
it turns sweet at times
becomes sour at times
loses its originality
reads as though new
a different tale in lieu.
The way goes in a round about
with turns and twists all about
not be one straight road ahead
a long distance be it instead
negotiate is the essence all round
where obstacles come up all round
speed is not possible at this frontier
patience is tracked in the dernier
if that be the practice in the go
all things would fall in a row
would lead to a triumph in the run
end up in an enjoyment and fun
A turn not foreseen
A twist not possible.
All these found a place.
Catching unaware
falling into the whirlpool
life goes on.
A journey which was for a holiday
has become frequent and for occupation
never knew it would transform so.
It has happened all of a sudden
going by the events
it would continue lifelong.
How to get out from the cesspool?
a deliberation one is into
hoping to hatch an idea quick
.
Ideas do loom in
not so forceful to pull out
appear weak in the magnitude
Oh! how to get out in style
without hampering as all
feeling apprehensive straight.
A simple thing gets twisted on the go
making a great issue with much ado
having talked about it for hours in a course
the topic pushing headway to a close
gets not completed but drags on
as the contender follows it on
with a drive forward not cool
not intending to conclude it in full
finding loopholes in a circuit
and detecting if’s and but’s
in a conduit
there goes the schedule never-ending
impossible to put a full stop as some are pending
the argument never ceases at all
forcefully mounting up to a call
that releases heat and emotion altogether
not inclined to a healthy stroll in a gather.
Rains come fast
Thunders with a blast
lightning with a cast
all come without a past
creating a toss
bringing about a farce
making men cross
and their actions harsh
well, where did i start?
Where am I now?
I have got away from the track
going into the crack
Oh! am I deviating from the path
making me a target of wrath.
No! i should step away
as I am getting in and out.
without any substance.
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