Meenas PoemsIt is a long time in absence
want to impress my presence
I am here with no reference
my poems do make a difference
as they are spontaneous
come from the soul instantaneous
never do I deliberate continuous
nor do I write anything ambiguous
they being plain and poetic
being 
simple and rhythmic
never do I indulge in didactic
my writings are simple and modest
well, I write in all earnest
could at times provoke fun and zest.
The beauty lies not in fairness
mostly not on the features alone
the nose being sharp and pointed
the eyes like a fish in shape
the lips so thin and soft as a petal
the chin neither rounded or pointed
the cheeks cherubic and rosy
the forehead not broad or narrow
all these go to make a person pretty
being not a doubt in the context
not that alone shows up as loveliness
being the personality and the poise
being the frame and the look
count on the majestic appearance
the way one behaves with dignity
add to the charm in the fullest
that be the best form of beauty
would I vouchsafe in all sensibility.
A face of beauty
a face of kindness
a face of loveliness
a face reflects duty
a face could tell
not only the qualities
indicate the quantities
that of more in a way
that of less in a stay
the mirth in a mood
the grief with a brood
all could tell you
who you are
the face displays brilliance
commands a reverence
rises up in knowledge
casts down in bondage
face is a remarkable quip
you cannot easily 
skip.
Love is dimensional
purely a feel in the take
could be optional.
Love is faith
seen all throughout the days
could be devotion.
Love is infatuation
felt in a day in excess
could be lust.
Love is amour
experienced with great affability
could be affection.
Love is subtle
as perceived through modesty
could be fine.
it is the treatment
advance they become
with years in the turn
the one that was new
the one that was the best
the one that was expensive
become secondary
new techniques come up
the old is sidelined
branded as harmful
imagine the patient treated
a feel of let down
a thought of having been misled
crowd his mind all the more
could be a setback in the fore.
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