Meenas PoemsBeing a gift
small it be
inexpensive it is
carries more value
very dear to the heart.
The thought behind
the love it holds
opposed to the monetary
being not genuine
comprises a glitter.
Great be it all the more
away from the heart
estranged from the truth
exposes a vanity in stretch
a token of power and wealth.
The little presentation
tiny in stature
lives all throughout
retained in the memory
a direction from Godliness
The furore created the day after
the pandemonium could have been softer
a hue and a cry for nothing at all
the magnitude was greater in call.
The celebration got over in a manner sober
the gathering dispersed pleased in all rather
the ones who had been all throughout the day
came with an indirect criticism in ways.
A straight hit at the face would have been better
the back biting comes from an expected quarter
the issues insignificant rose up high and dry
bereft of the basic courtesy in a buy and a try.
There are a few who let not sleep in peace
they being one who break the harmony into pieces
an intrusion and a disruption they create
a defiance and a surveillance in the plate.
Tired I am
fatigue overtakes in all ways
distinctive in chase
A painstaking write
could be right
but would be stressed
as it is pressed
not once but times more
could be done in four
the repeated scrutiny
would turn the destiny
either for the good
as in most brood
else for the bad
become a fad
taught and thought
could be a sort
heavily loaded
very well shouldered
yet lacks the spontaneous
left as a thesis laborious.
Being a wonder anyway
has its own flaws in the way
the entire looks beautiful
characteristics as such wonderful
the details vary a little
the structure is brittle
yet it is a wonder anyway
the flaws disappear on the way.
My clothes stick
soaked they are in sweat
an uneasy feel.
Throat stuck out
thirsty and desolate in all
an uneasy feel.
Eyes shed tears
irritated and red in all
an uneasy feel.
Skin becomes dry
withered and cracked in all
an uneasy feel.
Mind is dull
dizzy and desperate in all
an uneasy feel.
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