The lush green meadows
shine with a lively gleam
leads to a fantasy not in a dream
an explicit illustration not a shadow.
The eyes feast with a pleasure
the heart breathes in a fresh air
wish to roll on the grass as bare
a flight much away from any pressure.
The cheeks turn pink with a glow
the face loves the wind that strikes it
the body is fully rejuvenated every bit
a quintessential strength gathers in a flow
Meenas Poems 