Meenas PoemsThe 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.
It 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
Greatness lies not
be it to a degree
but in heights.
Greatness lies most
be it to a degree
not in turn.
Greatness lies always
be it to a degree
ever in fame.
Away from my home
not from the real in a sense
was avidly on a roam
where there were dense
a crowd of people around
on an occasion of a festival
happens every year with a bound
where there be a big carnival
as people enjoy themselves
with a lot of events in a row
of a divine grace on the day
being a Pournami in the show
the devotion turns into play
with the surge of people in a flow
chanting and praying in a trance
a temple of hundred years or more
some even start to dance
as ecstasy mounts to a maximum
a beautiful celebration professes a sobriety
as well as a joy which grips not in a minimum
made me sit and watch for a day and two
an allowance I extend to myself every year
well, a lively sojourn that I do not miss in true
it helps me to keep
myself in cheer.
A day so bright and sunny
never been used to any
always in lands where
the sun shines grand
from dawn to dusk
makes one sulk
the heat is prickly
turns one sickly
year after year the sun
shines ferociously in the run
unbearable and intolerable
causes a disable in all probable
oh! mighty sun, shine not too much
have mercy on me at least now, I beseech.
Shirts as gifts
not to one but to all
not one in the number
be it two, three,
four and five.
Primarily to the grandfather
secondary to the son in law
finally to the three
grandsons in all
the digits tally.
The gifts are takeaways
nay grab away
the old man so active ‘
not in others
but in this most.
Saw the incident
was an amusement
to a degree
more so of a desire
to the larger extent.
One, two, three
four and five
goes in order
blessed be the grandpa
not wanting for his wife
A serious part of the pledge
being a deviation from its hedge
one and one against as seen
well, have to be keen
otherwise, would land in trouble
a slight slip would emanate a bubble
away from the proclaimed path as found
a turn from the ascertained is not sound
the push is towards the breakaway
a context out of the usual stay
that is going to happen not in a sudden
as it lies on being an undue burden
the distraction part is to share the onus
being a financial legacy as known
the money lies in the common pool
a trial to make the other a fool.
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