Meenas PoemsA faux pas it was
a blunder so to say
he commits one after another
a daredevil he is
impulsive in a way
acts in a speed
plunders and loots
eats and devours
robs and steals
mind not my over telling
it be his manner in an all
a criminal with a quest
one to overturn and create a chaos.
Lay around in a deluge
articles of all sort
none to touch.
Scattered all around
is a family of six
none in terms.
Withered all around
lay the grains
none to irrigate.
The singing bird
is terribly ill
no music around.
Having lost his wealth
by spending extravagantly
he lies in despair.
Drunk to the brim
the drunkard lies
on the road uncared.
Known for his misdemeanour
the wayward son goes astray
wish he not been born.
Have cited too many negates
an indication be they alone.
caution be yours.
Meenas Poems 