Meenas Poems
The cupid’s arrow
it not fit the bow
it passed very low
very much far below .
The arrow of Cupid
came so rapid
it hit the stupid
not affected a little bit.
The arrow was shot
did not work anything hot
it created a clot
the effort went rot.
Cupid laid down his weapon
the world became a dampen
love could not be seen anywhere
became an orphan without care.
A breeze swept by
laden with a moist
that be usual you say
this be with a fragrance
most unusual I say.
A whiff of fresh air
struck the face
that be usual you say
this be with an aroma
most unusual I say.
A wind with moist brings rain
the most familiar version
a wind with fragrance entices
the most familiar diction
a wind with aroma enchants
the most familiar distinction.
So, there goes the breeze in a speed
strikes the face never with a greed
smothers with a love infinite
kisses with an affinity definite
an enjoyment is there in stock
exhilarates the entire flock.
The little white flower
tiny and pure in colour
fragrant in odour
grown in my garden
the flowers are densely laden
buds innumerable in a bound
know not which abound
the leaf all green and shiny
dwarfed by the flower’s beauty
seem to be sullen and quiet
the buds shoot out in a cluster
illumine the environ with a luster
an aroma spreads all over
makes one to step out and hover
a breathe in and out could favour
the lungs with a great ease
while the nose inhales the fresh lease
the rejuvenation of the system is on the go
a pleasure of a magnitude to all around
a treasure of great dimension to the surround
the tiny flower known as Jasmine to the world
better known as “Madurai Malli” in Tamil words.
Meenas Poems 