Meenas PoemsModerate your wishes in the go
desires come and go
the ability you should know
a little over and above in the flow
could lead to struggle with a blow
a careful way to get through
a nice way to go into
could be a delight all the more
would take you safely to the shore.
A man is dead a decade ago,
He still lives in the form of his ego,
He feigned simplicity while living,
Know not why he desired wealth after dying.
Does not it sound quite contrary ?
Nay not it looks real contradictory,
Living want more to hold – comprehensible
Dying long more to hoard-incomprehensible.
The will of a testator is a documentary evidence,
Reveals his wishes and implantable reference,
Dividing his estate among the beneficiaries ,
By imposing fair and justifiable decrees.
This specific testator of talk,
Kept himself the entire block,
Delivered them to his executors,
To carry out his last wishes and orders.
The testament is interpreted different
In countries of his estates inherent,
Bequeathing to sons in one land,
Endowing to grandsons in the other land.
Whimsical as it may appear to all
Mischievous in real sense to call,
Rendering a laborious legal 
toil,
To sort out the entangled coil.
The dead man is turning in his grave,
Recalling his wishes in a save,
He is dead for long in body,
He is alive till now in his “Last Wills” body
,
It was a fantastic clipping,
Which led me to a flipping
As the writing was exquisitely elegant,
Making the presentation illuminatively brilliant,
Forcing me to read it again.
Then I detected a strain,
That seemed so familiar
Whose writing appeared very similar,
To that of mine,
It was an inherent line,
That spoke of many inbuilt intricacies,
Who is the author?
I ponder.,
What an amazing technique?
I critique.
The flow of language is full-throated,
The selection of words is highly quoted,
The ease of penning is enjoyably rooted,
The substantial input is meticulously ornated
The author is none other than,
My little man,
Whose passion was reading
Whose profession is writing,
I recollect his childhood days
When he indulged in plays
But mostly used to sleep
With books interred deep,
Focusing his eyes on the page,
Posing like a sage,
Devouring the language and meaning
With facilitated screening,
Forgetful of drink and food,
Unaware of the affairs of the brood,
I take an about turn
By making a track back to 23 / August
The day of his biological entry,
I felt I nurtured a different carry,
Not too heavy literally,
But held a weight literary ,
I proudly delivered ,
A Majesty beautifully liveried.
Now, I armoured in spontaneity,
Hover over eternity,
To unfold an abundance ,
Of wisdom and wealth in redundance,
As water pledges to hold us apart,
Creating a tough depart,
My blessings slide over in the air,
To greet you on your lovely fair
Meenas Poems 