Meenas PoemsI see rains
after a while
not so in style
falls with pride
on all sides
not here and there
but everywhere
not very heavy
but an escape from levy
that of hot sun
which at times is fun
not a good shower
enough for the flowers
Well! that is how it rains
not very much in a strain
it is but beautiful though
it is scanty in a row
yet it rains all through
a respite from the blue.
That be the rain today
call it rain in a way.
The greenery around
lush and pleasant
flower beds in a crescent
a brook with clear waters found
lies there a suburb with an abound
a population very decent
clean and clear is the environment
all convenience great and sound
all be so with a rhythm and rhyme
yet there lacks a charisma
could not be explained in the ordinary
the silence occupies the prime
appears like an unobtrusive enigma
where life assumes a slot not primary.
I see a sheep
timid and tired
with it a goat
foolish and blurred
led by a herdsman
fragile and frightened
cross through the land
bumpy and rugged
the weather is cold
snowy with a blizzard
all three walk ahead
stuttering and scared
all in a way the sheep cries
the goat chuckles and mutters
the man whistles and guffaws
the group goes past
the hill in great spirit
being a travel less known.
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