Meenas Poems
It is a very pleasant midday,
The sun plays hide and seek all day,
The wind modulates gently in a sway,
Making everyone gay.
Sitting in the patio a while,
Watching the scenery in style,
Anecdotes pop up from the mind’s file,
Bringing about a lovely smile.
It was enchantingly peaceful,
Extending a relaxation bountiful,
It is needed to stimulate the system in full,
It is an inspiration kindling the hopeful.
It is snowing in the west,
It is sun shine in the far east,
It is stormy in the top north,
It is scorching in down south.
Nature has its own way,
Hosting a gale in the bay,
Holding the Sun in a ray,
It has its own say.
Rains play a terrible havoc,
Initiating an incorrigible flow back,
Quakes shake the basic track,
Imposing a bloody severe crack.
Storms ravage high and near,
Implicating a casualty dear,
Floods wash up in a rear,
Involving a great fear.
Fire rises in a flaming red,
Installing a feeling dread,
Snow imposes a shred,
Indexing everyone to a fled.
Nature goes about thus,
With a lot of fuss,
Provoking a terrifying gush,
Then subduing to a quiet hush.
This had been so for long,
It looks nothing wrong,
It is where we belong,
Much so Nature is a lively song.
It is a sleepy lethargic laid back town,
Amidst a land of sandy brown,
Holding a wonderful delicate crown,
Displayed in the bluish under water frown,
A voluminous natural great reef barrier grown,
Clusters of colourful corals diligentlyy thrown,
Lying in heaps and mounds not alone.
Fish and sea urchins live along,
Sea cucumber and star fish dive head long,
Jelly fish sting with a venom not too long,
All jointly devour the moss with a tong,
Causing a damage to the great reef all along,
Unperturbed the Ocean reef sprouts in a throng,
Not losing the lovely charm in a song.
It is Australia’s natural gift, all hail,
The only living thing seen from space in a trail,
Greater than the “Great Wall Of China” in the sail,
A “mecca” to holiday makers is a slogan frail,
Therein lies an abundance of beauty as though in a pail,
Hundreds of islands and coral reefs are hinged together in a nail,
It is Cairns high up in the northern Queensland posing an enticing unveil.
It was a march anyhow,
Not an army trot anyhow,
Nor a fashion show anyhow,
Very much different somehow.
The eager wait prolongs,
Honourable guests are not seen along,
Punctuality is tripped so long,
Confining the crowd not to drift along.
The eyes rove over,
Nothing glamorous appears all over,
Not able to view beauties from world over,
It was patience made over.
Towards the right two jump across,
On the left a group of five cross,
In the middle little ones toss,
Depicting a lively display in a gloss.
They have a coat of black,
A broad white stripe in the pack,
Snorting with a peculiar quack,
They march ahead in a merry track.
The parade is not orderly,
The dainty gait looks lovely,
The non rhythmic steps are funny slightly,
Yet they captivate us wholly.
The blue waters flow to the shore,
The orange Sun goes down into the floor,
Black lights up the sky in a quiet score,
The little dark Penguins gather in store.
Up they ascend in a hurry,
Hastening to see the babes in a flurry,
Peeping into their habitats with worry,
They flock reverse in an undue hurry.
It is a parade with a difference anyhow,
It happens every night almost anyhow,
It undergoes no rehearsals anyhow,
Yet it is a delightful Parade somehow
It is a beautiful May morning,
The grasshoppers are busy flying ,
The butterflies are buzz buzzing,
The birds are sweetly singing,
Depicting a scene most relaxing,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The baby is crying,
The elder boy is crazily drifting,
The Lady is attentively cooking,
Expressing a mood most exasperating
It is then the Sun came out from the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The street is actively bustling,
Cars are incessantly plying,
People are hurrying,
Enacting a plight most ruminating,
It is then the Sun comes out from the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
It is a mood most relaxing,
The morning scenario is galvanizing
The routine activities are thronging,
Presenting the most plausible enthralling,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
It is a beautiful may morning,
The dawn is amazing,
Punctuated by the episodes enticing,
Referred by the instances appealing,
Graduated by regular happenings,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
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The soft petal unfolds,
The silky shine raptures,
The colourful throw captures,
The eyes of those who behold.
The fragrance invariably spreads,
The charm slowly entices,
The sweetness quickly enriches,
All delicious threads.
Its span of life is short,
Its memory is long,
The experience got is lifelong,
Lingering always in thought.
The little flowers beautifully invigorate
Their loveliness endlessly entrances
So does the child’s delicate stance
Induces a melody elaborate.
The little ones sharp crying,.
Its delicious lisping sounds,
Its toothless smiles bounds,
All to a warm coaxing.
The child’s delightful odour fills up,
Its interrupted cries trigger lowly
Its tiny eyes flicker slowly,
Extolling a pleasure high up.
Holding the child to the bosom,
Delivers a feeling infectious,
Renders an unexplainable bliss religious,
Akin to that of espying a flower blossom.
Driving through undulation.
Crossing the vegetation,
Negotiating the rude turns,
Breaking through the thorny ferns,
We went up above the hills
It was sombre sweet,
Birds chirping a gentle tweet,
Gleefully whisked along the way,
Benevolently carried away in sway,
We went up above the hills.
It was refreshing smart,
With breeze blowing aloft,
Aromatic fragrance spreading across,
Caressingly l
ifting the nostrils to a gross,
We went up above the hills.
It was green,
Full of sheen,
Layers of lush trail,
Lay freely without bail,
We went up above the hills.
It was picturesque,
Never was it grotesque,
Throwing a colourful hue,
Glowing under a lovely blue,
We went up above the hills.
It was totally fresh,
There was no rude brush,
Rendering a breathlessness,
Inducing a togetherness,
We went up above the hills.
It was Nature , pristine nature,
It was a feature, delightful feature,
The grace was infinite,
The exuberance was never too finite,
We went up above the hills.
Leaves bloom in a lovely green hue,
Thick and dense in a clasping cue,
Spreading a canopy of shade ,
Providing a glittering like jade,
Only to fall in days few.
The rain fed rivers flow gently,
Through the pebbles and moss gracefully,
Carrying with them alluvial soil across
Enriching the fields as they cross,
Only to get into the ocean mildly.
Man lives with pomp and merry,
Arrogant and towering over all in glory,
Dictating terms to everyone with serpentine authority,
Destroying one and all with diabolical impetuosity
Only to get interred in dust shortly
It is as explicit as ever,
That which is born cannot live forever,
That which takes place will fade
Be it beautiful or ugly,good or bad,
All would drop down in 
a wither.
Watching the lovely trees,
Endowed with green leaves,
Seeing the manicured hedges,
Hemmed along the slushy ledges,
Noticing the dangling flowers
Blossomed along the pathway covers,
Walking over the stretch of lush grass,
Grown in abundance purporting a class,
Playing with the colourful butterflies
Which buzz with dedicated ties,
Following the cute little sparrows ,
Which hum with repeated notes in the meadows,
Grant an illustrative experience as though in pictures,
Daintily painted by the renowned painters
So much so the clouds were gathering ,
So much so the sun was descending,
So much so the dusk was slowly setting,
So much so there was an eye tearing lightning,
Followed by a thunder deafening.
Many a heart jumped out in apprehension,
Many a voice got stifled with emotions,
Many an ear lost the power of attention,
Many a gadget was snapped of its connections,
Many a hut caught fire in the commotion,
As the thunder thundered in terrific motion.
LIttle do we pay heed to Nature’s fury,
Little do we respect Nature’s cosy,
Little do we acclaim Nature’s glory,
Little do we endorse Nature’s theory,
Little do we read Nature’s story,
Un mindful we carry on with our selfish booty.
Meenas Poems 