Meenas PoemsIt was a drive round
nothing in a bound
with little or no sound
we drove across down
the villagers looked cheerful
villagers even more wonderful
all because of recent copious rains
diffused their trials and strains
a prosperity experienced not in feign
green and enchanting lie the fields
with paddy and maize indeed!
fecundity in the orchards and groves
coconuts, lemon, mangoes in rows
all could not compete with the villagers’ joy
though their countenance reflected coy.
As a young girl I remember
playing with toys of timber
I had toys of Dad and Mom
named the Dad as Tom
he stood tall and straight
wore not a shirt so bright
dressed in colours somber
looked also very sober.
The mother looked so cherubic
was exuberant and very energetic
her attire was very fanciful
red and yellow checks wonderful
they were my playmates for long
I rushed to them with a song
impregnate with mirth and joy
I trotted to them rather coy
never thought them to be a toy
share with them my dilemma and plight
if I saw the real ones in sight
dashed away in a swift flight
my doll parents listened to me
shared my sorrow and glee
they still remain with me as a treasure
I return to them that being a regular feature
my own parents are dead and gone
my
foster ones would remain even after I am gone.
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