Meenas PoemsThe day passes
with no trespasses
the weeks cross
with no flaws
the months fly
with nothing to try
the years roll
all in a whole
the life extends
with lot of distend
the life moves
under a secured roof
the life folds
finally nothing to hold.
A placard in the temple
reflects in ample
the motive behind
is it a bind
I know not
to the dot
it is a self proclamation
call it an innovation
a way to celebrate
a move to 
show
he be the man big
a reference in dig
a show off of his wealth
if that be in stealth
a ploy to attract
a feel in detract
he exposes instead
the follies in distress.
Meenas Poems 