Meenas PoemsA comment right into the vein
sharp and incisive in a strain
pierces the heart and goes beyond
comes then assuage all in the round
never could reconcile in the same
nor could accept it without a blame
yet he speaks like a puritan in general
in truth, he is a cynic of a way in plural.
The thunder is in full swing
the rain has taken its wings
the tumult is not a fear anymore
being a pleasure all the more
the breeze blows gently
moist laden in plenty
a beautiful experience
after a day of a penance
one of unbearable heat
enough to beat
even a strong lad
it seemed very bad
as of now the rains
pour in a voluminous strain
blessed be the people around
cheer being seen in the surround.
It is a lily
white and lovely
pretty and dainty
dangles in the sun
causes a lot of fun
enjoyable to look at
a pleasure to watch at
a flower not very catchy
expresses a nature gritty
being solemn and pure all through
as white stands for all that is true.
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