Meenas Poems
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The blades of grass so far gleaming and sharp shining with dew over them glimmering in the day light looks so pale and brown turned so for no rain withered and haggard they appear in the morning light . A noteworthy sign of prosperity
now to a dull dry coarse yarn render a feel of sadness in the tone there be a strain and a drain imploring for copious rain that play cats and dogs all through signifying a parched lifeless land.
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The consent being given
the order being drafted
the draft being signed
the original being sealed
that too in a court of justice
months later there be a rise
there be a call for amendment
going back on every clause
saying this and that
attributing various factors
that escaped by oversight
appears so cheap and deceitful
they are not men in real frame
being chicken-hearted not to be so
they be not right-minded beings
they be not righteous and even minded
their reaction could be termed as
fickle and unfaithful, heinous. and shameful.
A month of stay
which is no way
a great help in a way
as in the day
there be no progress to say
going by the things not so gay
the prolong remain in the place is at bay
for it does not bring any prospects in a tray
but proposes a wasteful time and energy in the stray.
The tiny bud
looks like a stud
beautiful and good
closed and opened .
The closure is so tight
giving a lovely sight
allowing nothing to penetrate
not even air in a rate.
The opening is so subtle and small
perceiving through it is a crawl
as it remains so 
tight-lipped
not wanting to losses the grip.
The bud is tricoloured
white pink and red
run through it so rhapsodic
leading to a revel mystic.
Brain is dead
the heart lives in beats
the man sleeps . 
