Meenas Poems
Turning eleven today
Exotic lands of the east
densely occupied and full of dust
hold your breath otherwise
be the grandeur of these places
awe-inspiring architecture
amazing culture and literature
the piety and divinity that surrounds
the grace and poise of the religion
the affable and friendly people
all hold your breath for a while
as you get diffused in the atmosphere
a few unwanted elements surface all through
the cleanliness and the infrastructure
prompt you to sniff and scorn for a time
sure in a way the idealism that wraps the entire
bewilders and bewitches you on the whole
not improper to say that east is gorgeous
no wonder the sun rises in the east.
It is a different day
that too of all the days
could be today
might be yesterday
a day before yesterday
a day after of all days
as I feel all days
assign to varied ways
they pass with a grace
each one has no trace
they seem to phase
come and strike the face
well, that is how it is in a chase
forces everyone to race
keeps them mostly in a daze
while the nights are in a haze
the sun rises with its bright rays
more or less it happens in all places.
The mighty ocean is still
unusual in its behave
movements without a kill
seems to be not brave.
The mighty ocean is quiet
different from the regular
tidal waves without a fight
apparently not in a prefer.
The mighty ocean is sullen
flows without a tremor
rises up almost done
falls down in a murmur.
The mighty ocean is peculiar
soft and sweet nowadays
strange in its behaviour
dances gleefully with a grace.
A child hungrily sucks the breast
the mother holds him in a fond rest
a beautiful sight to view
the child has no clue
hunger is his only thought
other than else no other slot
the mother’s blood turns into milk
the child finishes his feed with a lick
the milk being a life-giving nectar
complements and supplements all sectors
it is a boon to both the giver and the receiver
like mercy it is twice blest
blesses the one that gives
and the one that takes
with the mother having gained benefits
the child nevertheless faces no deficit
they present a picture of bliss and grace
nothing to do with scorn even 
in a trace.
Eyes are beautiful.
The bigger they are
the more charming they look.
The wider they are
the more lovelier they appear.
The lengthier they are
the more attractive they seem.
The narrower they are.
the more finer they pose.
Eyes speak volumes.
The happier they are
the more blissful they look.
The sadder they look
the more tearful they appear.
The more anxious they are
the more resourceful they seem.
The more loving they are
the more graceful they pose.
Eyes are expressive.
Eyes reveal kindness in the go
by liberally sharing the largess with all.
They give out a sobriety in the run
by carefully intimating the danger to all.
They show a feeling of discrimination in the move
by sincerely pinpointing the good from the bad to all.
They light up when they see their loved one
by beckoning to him with a passionate invitation.
Nodding her head she sits among friends.
Listening to their remarks of lively trends.
Smiling at their fascinating talks across the bend.
Keeping a pleasant quietness is her way till the end.
Coyly she hears their bashful jeers.
Softly she smothers their tears.
Lovingly she dissipates their fears
as she keeps a pleasant poise is her way unto the rear.
Expressions rude never come from her.
Thoughts evil never get the best of her.
Inhuman behaviour is never found in her
as she Keeps a pleasant grace intact in her.
Her insinuations are assumed as ignorance by some.
Her inclinations are claimed as innocence by some.
Her exclusiveness is termed as pride by some
while keeping a pleasant attitude never pays her handsome.
Her demeanour is all throughout the same.
Believing in truth is her game.
She worships truth not in name
while she keeps a pleasant trust not for fame.
She does not live for others as many do.
She loves them most from out of the blue.
She does not wish to give a clue
while keeping a pleasant extension in the groove.
Her way of life is different all through.
Never does she bow down to authority in a rue.
Never does she acknowledges money as powerful in all her moves
as she keeps a pleasant endearment in her interactions true.
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