Meenas PoemsThree, two, one
the shots of the gun
heard from afar
came near
four, five and six
the dirty tricks
played at the back
came in a pack
seven, eight and nine
the intentions in line
showed up in a kind
could that be a find?
finally the ten
very much into the den
exposed the link in a trend
not related to a bend.
The fault lies not in me
says he with a glee
why does he profess happiness?
what for he is so tense?
if the fault is not is
let go off in a wish
no harm to him at any cost
a smart way out on the world
is to keep up the word
that be the way of life
as a word is one of honour
if not for reasons best known
not able to fulfill the promise as sworn
tender an apology with a serious concern
that would be a pretty discern.
It is going to be noon
the sun is right over the head
its rays penetrate too soon
scorches the body red.
At noon the glorious sun
stands straight without a move
it never goes for a run
but pays havoc in a prove.
The windows and doors are closed
none of the rays pass in
yet the sun’s heat enters the enclosed
grips the residents without a din.
The air circulated is hot
it stifles and strangles in slow
unable to make a start
the people resign to the fate in no glow.
The ripe berries
look like beautiful red cherries
seen with ease,
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