Meenas PoemsThe little boy I know
a ten-year-old in the go
has a lot to show
talks with a flow
be it any subject in toe
he is never slow
nor behaves low
speaks with a glow
is as pure as snow
honest to the core
has a lot of wisdom in store
at times,he might sound a bore
that be a few moments in toll
he is a child of a noble call
priced and gifted 
in all.
It is a gaze
watching a race
going through a maze
seen in a trace
pursued in a haze
causing a daze
suddenly it says
everything has fallen into place
that be the end of all plays.
My country is awe inspiring
the vastness needs exploring
the diversity indicates a disbelief
the people show a distant relief.
Prosperity exudes all realms
poverty reduces every term
yet they coexist in a trend
make the country invariably bend.
The gender discrimination is prominent
the men are very dominant 
though the women play a role significant
they remain almost insignificant.
The religions stick to rituals not loose
with temples seen in all nooks
the marriages mostly are arranged
within a closeted community in a range.
My country as I had seen all these years
is inhabited by people with sharp ears
a slip of the tongue insinuates a flame
that rises up in leaps with every claim.
Yet my country is adorable
its shortcomings are implausible
but the ancient land invokes an astonishment
its cheer and stoicism provoke an amazement
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