Meenas PoemsThe days fly
with no time
as I try
to make them chime
the days see no flutter
I do many a trick
one being an incessant chatter
it does not click
I attempt to smile pleasantly
still it works not
I then go to help willingly
it turns a lot
my days look meaningful
my
life has become wonderful.
It is a despise, pure despise
surrounds me all over
I turn to my left
I could see red shot eyes
emit hatred and anger
shying away I slowly see on the right
horrible it is in a way
it is yellow all through
jealousy is seen through
running away place my sight in front
terrible it is in a shot
it is green in a cast
greed with a blast
with fear I turn back
it is still very scary
it is black all dark
feel some evil behind
I sit where I am
close the eyes as tight as I can
the colours red, yellow, green and black
make me shudder with pain.
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