Meenas PoemsIt is a tussle
would soon fizzle
viewed as a hassle
thought to be a riddle
would end up if bridled
for a while with the fiddle
play a soft note in detail
forget the fight and the entrail
go to sleep in peaceful style
an end to the fight in all.
A street car named desire
could rout any of a liar
even in situations dire
wherever it be even in a shire
as it spirals up the entire
leaves nothing in the near
that be its power rather queer
would bring a fall in a fear.
It is a sound
pop it goes
a breaking sound.
It is a sound
drop it falls
a falling sound.
It is a sound
flare it rises
a rising sound.
It is a sound
bang it strikes
a striking sound.
It is a sound
thunderous it erupts
an erupting sound.
It is a sound
the burst of a balloon
a bursting sound.
Sounds do vary
up and low
decibels high and low.
A sound as it seems
ordinary and extraordinary
being in range with the context.
A sound as I hear
melodious and distraught
depends on nature.
Rhythm and cadence
comply with harmony
never with. unruly
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