watch – Meenas Poems

A Mismatch Loving To Watch

Forty years ago
it was a mismatch
loving to watch
and hard to snatch
being a good catch.
He being tall
slim and handsome
She with a medium height
and a sturdy built
with an impressive spark
He walking through
in stride long
she taking quick short steps
He taking life as it comes
she going about with a fervour
he an introvert
within the family
She a stalwart
in the inner circle.
Hee moved with ease with the people around
where she had her own limitations
to get along with facility
He thinks much about himself
and it was always the “I”
that comes first
She loves her family giving it a priority
especially to her children and their welfare
pushing the “I” behind.
The two have been holding hands together
not for one or two years
but for forty long years
bearing children and incidentally
giving way to grand children
away they go in mirth
hand in hand
with a quip and a skip
with anger and joy
all mixed in one go
They move forward in life
with the hope of
getting away together very quick.

The Old Man’s Watch.

The house had a watch
an old man in his seventies
sat next to the gate
with a big stick
and a bigger iron rod
ready to attack with force
anyone who trespassed.

So he stood for an hour
then went round the house to monitor
came back and stood there
as before in a state ready
to charge the trespassers
all in one blow.

Standing for more than two hours
his tired legs gave way and he sank
on his stool stretching his legs.
As all things goes he felt sleepy
and before he could sit in comfort
his eyes closed firmly shunning the world.

A quarter of an hour later
the lady of the house came out
seeing the watch in deep slumber
opened her mouth to shout in anger
but his drooping figure with the stick
and rod in hand made her sad .

The next day she called the old man
who frightened to face the lady came trembling.
She looking kindly at him said with sympathy
that he could retire and be at home.
Reading his mind the lady said
his salary would be taken care off.