Meenas PoemsWith water I bloom
without water I blossom
I remain green whatsoever
always fresh however
could be my strength in a way
be my weakness in ways
I go untended all the time
yet I keep myself in prime
could be my quality good
could be my quality bad
I am a paradox all the more
I have been so from yore
who am I? you would have guessed
I am a flower of the desert with a bless.
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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Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
Cohesive thoughts are interesting.
Ideas that bring out a change are fascinating.
Inventions that assure a turn are appealing.
Strategies that usher a progress are demanding.
Improvements that lift up the society are delighting.
An involvement that renders an arising is appeasing.
An insight that predicts a jump is alluring.
An initiative that brings a development is assuring.
To focus on the goals of life is a targeting.
To aim high is a symptomatic entrusting.
To aspire for the best is gratifying.
Anyhow singing this song is most enlivening.
It is quality that account all round.
The quality should profusely abound.
Behaviour should never rebound.
Qualitative dimensions stand around.
Food should never rewound.
Prime quality mark the ground.
Education should never confound.
High quality grants wisdom profound.
Quantity should submit with bound.
Quality should outweigh all with an emphatic resound.
Meenas Poems 