Meenas PoemsThe bird squeaks
picks with its beak
peep out to see
her on the tree
perched there all cozy
she looks all drowsy
the rains are there throughout
could not move out
she squeaks and tweets
her mood is upbeat
being an imposed relaxation
she enjoys with a rejuvenation,
The monsoon has arrived
showers light and heavy
keeps us in a thrive
the heat taxes, not in a levy
the temperature has come down
the cool mornings with a drizzle intermittent
the noon that used to drown
with perspiration and discomfort incessant
has tamed incredibly to a mild condition
the evenings bring a cool wave bearable
while the nights extend a cold rendition
the days hereinafter would bring in cheer
a welcome respite from the scorching heat.
The rains do good
they too also do bad
it is the way they rain
it is the way they deign
the earth is a receptacle
it also faces a debacle
that of a receiver in a sense
that of a deceiver in pretense
the showers fall with ease
they drive one mad in a tease
it being a likelihood all the more
it being a dissimilarity sore
the rains enrich the soil
also delude it in a foil
a strange concept in strength
yet very realistic in length.
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