Meenas PoemsI expect rains for a change
the heat is beyond the range
my wish is not strange
it is well within the range
my mind goes dizzy
my thoughts go hazy
and I miss my rhymes frequently
the rhythm gets mixed inordinately
it is due to the heat,
I think
yet, I write with a passion
write for what reason
I know not, a mystery
I am unable to unravel.
To the boil
came a foil
in an untold toil
not from the soil
but from the coil
the fire broke out
spread in and out
went up in sprout
it was a rout
with that came out
an expected fall-out
the man stood stout
walked as if he had a gout
had a big doubt
could not clear it out
so went back home.
A cousin of mine
goes to the shrine
at the stroke of nine
every day before dine
as he wants to shine
become a gentleman fine
has other wishes in line
that of earn lot of dimes
write a few rhymes
the temple bell chimes
he rushes to the area prime
manages to see the aarathi in time
returns home from the shrine
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