Meenas PoemsTime and again is a phrase
uttered in a phase
seems to be a loathe
wrapped up in a clothe
a usage with a soreness
a deploy with no freshness
time and again we say
the same happening goes
without much difference in rows
we shirk with a dissatisfaction
not to involve in such action
seems like a weird effort
time and again is a fret.
Time is best
a factor without any rest
puts us to test.
Singing with melody
writing with intensity
reading with love
makes one to bow
a singularly great task
each be in stock
mellifluous and rapturous
interesting and gorgeous
inviting and intrinsic
plurally very charismatic
each be in a reference
the 
song overwhelms the presence
the content instigates a purpose
the read designates a proposal
goes the song and write
with the read all bright
an ebullience hitherto
a sensation in the go.
Fair is a beautiful word
fair in all ways
fair by all means
a literary of the fairest of all
a metaphoric of the exactness in all
could carry a strategic reference
with a justifiable occurrence
when fair and foul plays the wind
fair and foul happen everywhere in all kinds
as long has been the delay in settle the score
the strange sudden thought of fair interrupts
lands up in a phase of uneasiness with a disrupt
well, patience, as you know has an endurance
when put to a test curls up with a reluctance
the mind deciphers the deceit well beyond
falls into a dissolution unable to negotiate further.
Rare it is to think off
be it, anyone without a scoff
could be your forefathers in a row
not thought of all the days though
called now for personal gains
hoping high it would rain
benefits like a storm
overwhelming in all forms
causes could be many in the anvil
might be apparently trivial
that be one of a prospective alliance
refer also to a windfall in its radiance
direct very much to health and longevity
never for the remembrance solely
while a good turn towards fellow human
a kind word to an elderly man
a smile on the face always
a loving heart expresses with grace
a grandiloquence displayed all the more
would keep the world well ashore.
I swim across
not on an ocean
I swim across
not over a river
I swim across
not through a lake
I swim across
not against the tide
I swim across
I wade through
I struggle all along
braving all odds
deviating from the fraud
pushing through without fear
brushing aside the tears
caused by the near and dear
I might look like King Lear
with a difference not mere
he be the father there
I am the daughter here
he would have felt a benevolence
bounteous from his parents in reference
I experience a care untold and unseen
lavish and great from my sons unforeseen
that be the bliss I enjoy all through
let be it perennial and always true.
Soft is my elbow
gentle is my bow
tiny are my toes
vibrant are my foes
I stoop not low
none could stop my flow
Well, I do not know
how I am able to still glow?
The mighty ocean is still
unusual in its behave
movements without a kill
seems to be not brave.
The mighty ocean is quiet
different from the regular
tidal waves without a fight
apparently not in a prefer.
The mighty ocean is sullen
flows without a tremor
rises up almost done
falls down in a murmur.
The mighty ocean is peculiar
soft and sweet nowadays
strange in its behaviour
dances gleefully with a grace.
It is heaven they say
seeing things beautiful in a way
could it be a play
could it be also a rejoice in a gay
pretty and dainty all the day
impressive in the stay
desirous to keep them in a fray
the exaltation turns into a prayer
the anthem converts into a song
deep down the heart it flows
lively in a subdued force
a gentle lullaby it sounds
a gradual strength within the
bounds.
I go with a jump
being plump
I fall on a lump
I feel glum
I rise up like a plum
look rather dumb
have to go ahead anyhow
plum or dumb be it so
I have to get going though slow.
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