Meenas PoemsThe rains are on the way
the thunder has arrived
the lightning follows
while the sky turns dark
the air becomes moist
significant it could be
a beautiful syndrome
a gracious concept
a bounteous extension
always the rains are
somewhere in the land
everywhere in the stretch
all too much of a pleasure .
Let that be how you live
could be of an eyesore to some
being in a sense of envy
the way you dress
attired in an immaculate white
could hurt many in a way
the way you carry yourself
with dignity and charm
could incite many in a way
the manner you speak and interact
would ignite many in a way
the food you eat with caution
could also kindle fury to many in a way
so be that your life
a cause of flutter to many in a way.
It is a family
could be the Wilsons
could also be the Tysons
the one in unity
hard to find such ones
as rivalry is in every quarter
it seems to be a clause in a charter
this family is away in one
very different from the majority
hold each other so close and near
speak the mind out in words clear
never resort for
any reasons in ambiguity
embrace each other with amity
that be their way to iron off the differences
a way to be learnt and adopted with references.
Pack the bags
pack the sack
walk in the track
set on your way
mind not the day
go all gay
if need stay
try a pray
ease out in a play
that could be in a say
a wellness in a way.
The plain and frank you are
the stronger you could be
with nothing to hide behind you
you stand a chance to win.
The most secretive you are
the weaker you could be
with almost everything to conceal
you are prone to lose.
Do not think I preach
I say what I do
I move with an understanding
never too short of discerning.
I talk not about others
either in public or private
I have a lot to do for myself
restrict from talking about others.
This way I live
the one fault I find with me
I expect others to be like me
that could not be anyway.
I like not others talk about me
I say not I am above all
As I do not talk about them
I wish not to be commented about.
it is a very tiring day
almost at home the full day
yet felt very tired in a way
the day is different anyway
with a lot of things in view
many more waiting in the queue
some more to be placed in lieu
others have to be looked for the due
those are the things in few
that makes me tired
and now I am fixed with glue.
Things seem to 
be hard
there is a struggle
an apprehension surfaces
the benefit of doubt arises
will it or will it not?
strains the mind
a suspicion is always there
Is it only for me? I wonder
Why it is always so? I ponder
that is the way the mind works
defeated it feels in a way
pulls on with a hope
succeed or not I know not
have to live till the end
with the thought.
The mild thunder
the soft drizzle
the light breeze
give the day
a back up
The bird’s hum
The men”s talk
The animals shout
give the day
a start-up.
The rustle of leaves
the bustle of voices
the hustle of movements
give the day
a break up.
The still air
the dark night
the moon’s light
give the day
a close up.
That is the beginning
there be the ending
in a trial and error
day in and day out
goes the way out.
Talk he not relevant
speaks he not truth
curses all the more
swears all the most
foul-mouthed he is
spreads scandals on the go
spills out slanders on the move.
He has lived long so
not bothered about other’s hurt
dwells with pride at his skill
he is an entertainer at first
then comes his second deal
it is sarcasm to the core
a pointed attack severe.
Such men do live
a parasite like entity
glorified by their tongue
relished by the evil
yet they prosper
a life based on others sweat
a creature to be condemned
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