Meenas PoemsLong did I know
being that a show
perpetuated by a flow
perpetuated by a blow
rose up in slow
be there in a row
waiting for the foe
who being an innocent doe
walked up with a bow
that be the opportunity in toe
was trapped on the go
could have been beheaded lo !
escaped narrowly in a fraction Oh!
Galileo through his telescope
extended a lot of scope
far away became near and besides
planets in the orbit took all sides
a scientist of remark being arrested
his opinion sun is motionless and earth moves
being vehemently condemned as heresy
considered as against Holy Scriptures in proof
died the great astronomer in house arrest
be the fate of greatness in every quarter.
A day or two more to go
I would have to set the goal
could be one of in a target
that might place you in red
yet, I have to chose in a focus
otherwise it would turn into a bogus
might sound unfamiliar to you
might be somewhat of a roundabout true
well that is always my way of doing
taking one in a row with a loving
drop the one halfway abruptly
remain half done undisputedly
go I to the other with a fervor
would I complete with an ardour
nay, never not I , going by
the way I do things by and by
stay historic throughout the days
but I do finish them without a chase
that be in short a dimension of me
I remember my mother’s words “do or die. ”
On my way to London
the beautiful city of the world
it is almost done
as I am moving towards.
I am nostalgic
my dream lies before
it is euphoric
being a city of lore .
I set foot on its soil
great do I feel
my pride winds up in a coil
demure in the deal.
I see the Thames
flowing with a song
look at the London bridge
famed through a song.
The magnificence of the city
the Buckingham Palace
fascinates the eyes being gritty
massive structure in place.
The Hyde Park is a fantasy
with fountains in a sprinkle
the flowers blossom in an adequacy
the petals being soft without wrinkle.
I notice many a poet
marching up and down the lanes
some walk in a quiet
others come with lines that rain.
Art and literature flourish
the artistic literary inclinations thrive
could see in a brandish
the thoughts that spurt in fives.
Being a melting pot
home to many races and religions
London is a cynosure to all eyes in spot
would drive anyone into no nonsensical diligence.
Being a lady of few words
taciturn and curt she be
talks nothing unnecessary
whatever be the deals.
To her integrity is final
nothing would override
even the attractions so bright
precepts mark her strength.
Never would you see such a lady
traditional in her outfits
conventional in her outlook
sober and sullen in her behavior.
I could go on and on elucidating her traits
such being her poise and grace
she is a personification of majesty
anyone would pay obeisance to her naturally
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