Meenas PoemsA pleasant evening it is
Cool breeze kisses me
It talks to me with love
The voice soft and sweet
I, being alone at home
With none to talk
I pour my heart
All my feelings come out
cry, laugh and share
Talk,scold and fight
A play I indulge
With joy and grief
All through the days
With my friend the breeze.
Up goes the wind
striking in a kind
brush past the face
almost in an accelerated phase
with a hurt to the eyes
and a turn with the flies
away it goes in a speed
disenchanting in a deed
the winds could be both
a blizzard with a toll
a breeze from the poles.
that be the experience in all
with a rise and a fall.
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