Meenas PoemsThe ways of men whatever it be
goes not in between
but through the bends
into the holes, down the drain
there be no rules nor be any justice
be there all incongruity
unable to access
nor aid in a see through
there be a great deviation
goes by in a fast track
almost startled by the factions
dissuaded by the traction
a feigned movement on the way
that always stands in a stay.
The drizzle all through the day
sent a sensation so lovely and gay
wanted to reach out to the fray
restrained the wish in a way
still overwhelmed to play
ran out to enjoy the rays
the rain drops fell on the face
went past me without a trace
yet could feel the dainty lace
so good was it in the brace.
There is a big temple
on a space ample
I could see a trample
it looks as a a gamble
to move in an amble
the sanctum is unreachable
the deity gleams adorable
negotiated through the jumble
almost with a fumble
prayed in the ensemble
peace descended i a preamble.
