Meenas PoemsThe withered grass cries for rain
the blade of grass is yellow
everything looks weary and hapless.
The rain less days are too many
innumerable in the count as always
everything looks weary and hapless .
The rivers are dry and lie in vain
long since water flowed through
everything looks weary and hapless.
That be the cause when there is no rain
seem to be famished and barren
everything looks weary and hapless.
It is being years now
an incident comes back
not in real as such
in memory as such.
It is being years
a bride being advised
not by anyone as such
by the mother as much.
Being not one of long
being one word strong
be smart as such
smarter as much.
The bride nodded
this way and that way
understanding not as such
not fully as much.
The bride being me.
It is being years now
the bride has turned old
comes to know as such
meets the eye now as much.
It is the word smart
holds on to me even now
being one of value as such
prudence be it as much.
It means a lot now to me
careful and cautious
patient and never in haste as such
sweet and charming as such.
It interprets in many ways to me
see through in depth
never go into the intricacies as such
nor be out of them as much.
Have gone through a lot in life
fun , strife, struggle altogether
never did I cow down as such
remained upbeat as much.
It is being years now.
I stand up with pride
the one word was enough as such
a solid and sure guide as much.
A beautiful flower in full bloom
a lovely child in full smiles
a painting in full life
a building in a splendour
would compete with each other
one overwhelms the other
the only one that stands out
that carries in a sway
to which I fall head over heels
could you guess from the choices
a few chances I extend to you
let them be my takeaways
no, you cannot tell the one
I like perhaps you would also like
being the smile of a child
innocence shines through
the toothless smile wins over
the sparkle in the eyes
turns to be a bliss as always.
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