Meenas Poems
Brevity being the soul of the wit
nailing it on the head with a hit
the beating around the bush takes away a bit
that of long winding expressions engages a pit
the inconvenience frames a web in close-knit
leaving an uneasiness all through being unfit
the over and above narrations open out a dull outfit.
As such these have to be eschewed from the list
the attempt to propose everything in a gist
finds its way with an untold bliss.
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A time comes that there be nothing to write
with the mind becoming vague in sight
having gone across all the wide
talking about things that need no write .
This vagueness sits so intact on the mind
allowing it not to go and find
compelling it to languish by the side
blinking like an imbecile with an abide.
That being the case with me on and off
I go out of the track with a laugh
stay out for a time in a place away
then return with nothing to say.
The say has become my guess
I talk what come in my mind fresh
never deliberating what I should say
that has been my way through the long day.
Now , faced with such state of mind suddenly
I having fulfilled all my promises hopefully
long to fly taking my wings to a place
where I want to live as an unknown face.
A lion on the line
has been on the keen
looking warm in the arms
stood high by a try
coming close with a force
it roared causing a furore
moving around in a bound
looking restless yet breathless
advanced straight on the right
charging heavily almost soberly
causing a devastation without a retribution
then marched ahead with a high head.
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