Meenas PoemsThe fire raged high
went up to the sky
the redness was bright
created a fright
it became night
the fire rose higher
it never got tired
it stood there for long
burnt all in a wrong
that which was beautiful
turned ugly in a minute
great is the possibility
greater is the impossibility
greatest is the impetuosity
as it relates to animosity.
Take the right
follow the sacred rites
much to write 
Born in an ancient city
makes me tall and gritty
know not how long it is there
its loveliness is beyond share
old it is on all sides
roads narrow and not wide
houses are very close
well laid and in rows
people are simple and friendly
very traditional not trendy
called as a big village
as it does not cause a mad rage
has all the facilities in abundance
it holds a lot of references
a city of great fame
a place with many names
the ancient city of mine is Madurai
an old 
city of temples
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