Meenas PoemsShout he does
for all the curse
wails he with all might
at all those who come in sight
swears he with all venom
at things that cross him in wholesome
a man of impertinence
he be with no reference
he is but a disgrace
to the mankind in its face
a man with awkward thoughts
foul-mouthed in all sorts.
It is pleasant
the day is warm
with the shine decent
causing no harm
the breeze cheerful
passing through lively
the birds fly about
and the men move spiritedly
with the night comes darkness
and there arises a silence
with the owls hooting in the stillness
the day ends up with little reference.
Saw a moon in the sky
she bade me come near
I moved close to her
tried to touch her bosom
passed my fingers over her
the milky white fluffy flesh
looked so imposing and clear
did not promote anything promiscuous
gave a thought of purity in the fold
the crystal clear light that passed
fell one me with a grace so fine
took me over in a blind
her pristine beauty turned me dumb
expressionless I got transformed
like a stone I was
I stood holocaust in the brightness.
Learn while you earn
earn while you learn
that be your turn
which would be much fun
when 
both are done.
The sun and moon
fascinate and enthrall
that be the thrill
with the sun’s glory
and the moon’s charm
go the day and night
with a routine all through
emit the sun the light
while the moon releases grace
both competing with each other
one vying for the prime post
who would clinch the title
do you know tell me
I vote for the moon
as it lights up the night
and relaxes for fifteen days
growing and waning
a symbol of thrive
a significant design
which the sun lacks
as it always shines, then scorches
then burns and finally goes beyond
that be the excess of the sun
and the deficit of it
all in one go
I might sound irrational
Oh 1 that is what I am
a deviant
from the accepted norms.
The word nice being relative in terms
suits all purposes firm
goes with the weather fine
calls the beauty so pristine
depicts the read very well
describes the scenario in a dwell
the nicety is so nice
that holds the breath in tries
the word nice is enamoured
and beautifully enchanted.
The thought crosses me now
a full decade after
I knit my brow
I deliberate harder
as incidents pass slow
how the protagonists cried foul
the way they hurled allegations
their cry similar to a howl
a shout as of unbound accusations
centered around a poignant prowl
a plan to degrade the rightful all the same .
Alas! their schemes have not found light
they have backfired 
a sad plight
never did I or they anticipated the same.
A twist to the tale carefully built
that be the way every story ends up
now they blink with guilt
a status of misfortune all up.
A pain in the heart
a hear attack they say
I feel it is sadness in all ways
a grievance oppressing the heart.
A pain in the head
a migraine they call
I suspect it is melancholy in fall
unbearable to the head.
A pain elsewhere
be it in other parts of the body
might be due to disease in shoddy
to me it is an outcome of grief.
The mind is the culprit.
The heart is the target .
The thought circumscribes through the bet.
Circumvents the whole being in a pit.
Thus goes all the ailment.
Physical it might look outward
the mental causes the
drain inward
cross and clash do they in a fulfillment.
Having done the most
there was nothing more
he could do further
as he harms the near ones
that be his way
as he hurts others
with scathing remarks
as he spreads stories false
that be his way
has he acquired anything beneficial?
yes,greatly quoth I
as he goes on with his slander
knows not one day it would return
would turn against him with excess force.
He is now in that phase
facing the brunt with full strength .
God forbid! God pardon!
a trespass committed fully well
with a knowledge and a trial
that is the only mistake.
A beautiful day it is
started it with a kiss
it is heavenly bliss
to relax and languish
then savour lot of dish
chirp and taste with a hiss
It is a blessed day
spend the time in gay
in a place far away
near to the bay
hands fully drenched in clay
a lively wonderful play.
It is relaxation all over
just an aimless hover
beneath the bower
with a walk enjoying the shower
mild it is without power
an experience of a lover.
As a day it is great
a delightful state
the sun shines till late
a liveliness not of hate
a synergy in a rate
an enjoyment till date.
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