The trend be that
to wear a hat
the flower on the plait
walk up with a gait
the rouge on the cheeks
the eyes keenly seek
the throb of the heart
goes in a hot
there the hands point
across a joint
the legs go fast
with the mind in cast
the hat falls down
the face draws a frown
that is the trend in sight
the theme looks slight.
Meenas Poems 