The sway of the powerful
the way of the majority in all
the insidious actions of the chief in full
go to make the world a hell
in which we have to live without a yell.
Living without a noise in silence.
Tolerating things done in indulgence
has become the possible mode without negligence
pulling on in this world in accordance
and living in style with perseverance.
The voice of the minority 
goes unheard.
They stand in a corner shattered.
They are beaten up and battered.
Have to sustain in the dread
waiting for a release instead.
The world rolls on in great speed
Survival of the fittest is in the lead.
The weaklings are suffering indeed
To come up they have to resort to deeds
that could raise them above all .
Meenas Poems 