Meenas PoemsThey are thoughtful
not very grateful
talk wonderful
behave beautiful
it is a show external
not so in the internal
where lies the eternal
a mind so awful
with a tinge of rueful
and a trait of doleful
could it be bashful?
could it be joyful?
know what is in full
as they are all handful
either they would be graceful
or 
might be disgraceful.
The storm blows with a fierce sweep
could feel the velocity as the trees fall deep
could see the fury as the plants and shrubs flew
could hear the whooping as, doors collapse from the glue
the storm goes up and down in great force
heaves and sighs with an explode in course.
that be the storm as seen outward
if it were a storm experienced 
inward
imagine the plight and the turbulence
the mind tosses over and over
the heart breaks into pieces with a shriek
tears roll down the cheeks
comes there the splits and torments
the head rolls and spins
a comparison unwanted and unnecessary
but unknowingly strikes in as if necessary.
Meenas Poems 