Meenas PoemsThe heart is heavy
The head forces a levy.
The eyes look teary
The issue is dicey.
That makes one crazy
Maddened one turns
Annoyed one becomes
Desperate is the trend.
Apprehension arises in front
The heart collapses with a grunt.
The simplest of all
Ushers a fall
It is a small call
Holds no ball
Grows up very tall.
Its magnitude is high.
Blows with a velocity in a try.
Reaches up the sky
No more to buy.
Falls short being shy.
The obsession becomes a diversion
Small issues create a distraction
Rise up to a level beyond redemption
They force a withdrawal imminent
They promote a disaster diffident,
The creativity dies instantly
There surfaces a disability
A manifestation of incapacity
Which brings to end a spontaneity
That is the sound of death knell.
It was an eat out
The dish all dressed up
Not in simple attire
Had on them such stuff
Gaudy and colourful
Served with great ostentation
Sprinkled with spices
On the whole a grand fete
Well,a feast to the eyes
Not to the belly
Ultimately losing the target.
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