Meenas PoemsJesus being born
the stars in the sky shone
proclaiming a great event
telling all he be a savant
came to earth to save all
who were about to fall
redeeming them from sins
lending them a life
full of bliss and mirth
love all and be kind to all
that be his message in a call
that be the day 
from ages
be termed as Christmas in all stages
the day he, Jesus Christ came to earth
born to retrieve the earth from dearth.
I saw a bird different
all in light grey colour with a yellow beak
being not used to seeing birds of reference
having such distinct colour and sleek
wondered from where it came from.
Might be a migratory bird from a land
known for cold and snow in the realm
fearing the icy wind had flown grand
travelling thousands of miles across
flying over the seas and mountains
scared off the iceberg and thaws
has come to a place certain
where there be no frost and no cause
as to get killed in the cold
where it could survive in moderate climate
with lots of sunshine and water
feeling much better and comfortable in a state
after the passing away of the charter
possibly would return to her abode
refreshed and re equipped in strength
understandably this 
is surely the bird’s code.
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.
he feel being one of strange
that of being out of range
striking on something peculiar
pointing towards nothing regular
wanting to be away from the world
the people around do not go by the word
that prompts a jump out from the milieu
might look a little different from the expectation
that has been the way one has to go in suspension
proposing a stigma of consciousness
varying in a degree of insightfulnes
Well, the feel has taken me a long way out
heralding a disenchanted mode throughout
that be the feel strange and peculiar
that be the thought great and similar.
The shows get exciting
when there be a keen competition
bringing in a source of inspiration
that should not border on a compelling
whether they be forceful or voluntary
there ought to be a preparation
basic and practice to perfection
rehearsed many a more time
then put up on stage
that too before a large audience
who make up the knowledgeable
and also the lay men
coming to witness the performance
for an enjoyment and relish
as well for an acquisition of wealth
never in the form of mundane and monetary
but one of great enthrallment.
and an experience of exaltation
that should be the motivation
that be the drive behind
any attempt to showcase
recitals of merit and credit.
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