Meenas PoemsThe moon peeps through my window
as I set the head on my pillow
I stare at her devouring her beauty
she returns it with a glare pretty
the whiteness is pure without a blemish
it was a flawless hue all whitish
I lie down contemplating quietly
the moon shines lavishly
I refrain from closing the window
for fear of losing the picturesque glow
how long I was like that I do not know
could be till sleep overwhelmed me in slow.
it is a drawing beautiful
a pencil sketch
very expressive and wonderful
especially the batsman’s sketch
disappointment writs large in his face
he pouts and purses his lips
perhaps it could be a case
suggestive of a tip
the batsman has missed
he is caught and bowled
should be fairly amiss
definitely
a duck out.
A devil and a demon
never say amen
they cry foul
always wth a growl.
A devil and a demon
never resemble a lemon
they are dark
and usually bark.
A devil and a demon
never come in dozens
they are alone
and are ever forlorn.
A devil and a demon
live in a dungeon
they are crooked
and are certainly wicked.
The devil and the demon
wear no nice garments
they smell and stink
and have an aimless blink.
You could identify them easily now
mean the devil and demon you know
found everywhere in our midst
oh! that is the tryst.
Magnanimity is misconstrued
if shown in unwanted place
expressed in a manner subdued
it excels with a grace.
Magnanimous to the extended
has been the style always
understands and feels offended
is a late realization in a way.
Could have been little magnanimous
to his wife and children
he was magnificently gorgeous
with strangers and the brethren.
He feels for his wrong attitude
too late now in all
as his ward show no gratitude
looks now crestfallen.
it is a long day
uneventful in a way
nothing transpired
not any inspired
yet the day passes
without any impasse
sucks and erodes
could lead to a corrode
certain days tend to be so
not all days could be lively in a show
the good and bad exist together
so do cheer and fear 
together
accept what it is worth for
that would take yo very far.
The past month was hot
it was unbearably hot
so saying I have lived all through
not taking a step to move.
The past month was messy
it was uncontrollably messy
so saying I have dragged through
not taking a step to move.
The past month was terrible
it was significantly horrible
so saying I have seen through
not taking a step to move.
The past month I started again
Oh! stop it I cried in vain
the past month has passed
you did not dare to cross.
One man serves one
works for another
could this be justified?
Yes and with authority
by both the receiver and the renderer
a discreet pact between the two
revealed by the receiver in a voice low
it is discipline at bay
serving the other in pirated way
equals to a theft as such
more so a plagiarism on the part
the man who utilised the service
did knowingly as it was wrong
the other who rendered his service
did for the benefits aware it was wrong 
the way money plays
lists up to many illicit ways
The talk of the town
an idiomatic phrase
comprises with a frown
the general public in phase
a phraseology that is relative
shields the faces of those who talk
at times a little informative
most times a quack
yes, it helps the lovers of gossip
to drop messages on the go
a sort of rumour with tight lips.
Folded hands is a sign of greeting
could be a symbol of prayer
both take us by a fleet
the greeting with a 
smile is a tweet
the prayer with a piety is bliss
give us a peace of mind in no ordinary terms
enough to sustain for the day, nay for a term
if practised in a routine with a kindness
could extend a tranquillity in a fullness.
It is a day eventful
to a point dutiful
a management change
year after year in a range
not that of a corporate transfer
that of a celestial fare
where the mighty not find a place
nor financials are seen in a case
it is a simple progression
faith in an impression
a direction solemn and sombre
perhaps from the omnipotent in sober
took place with aesthetics in chaste
in its own speed without haste
a changeover with divine grace
a switchover with a graceful
poise.
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