Meenas Poems
It is a routine
day in and day out
the same old practice
the rising, eating, and sleeping
want to break it for a day
tried to the best
could not do at any cost
have been brought up
have lived all along
impossible it is
one day, I should
sleep the whole day
eat the whole day
be awake all through
frivolous it sounds
being silly at times
lends a fun and a relax.
Heavily made up in a glare
she walked with steps rare
Stitched with stones rare
her outfits presented a striking glare.
Decked with shining jewels rare
her posture reflected a shocking glare.
She was the epitome of snobbery in a glare.
Moving with frivolous fallacy a deviation rare.
Well, that has been her way of life for long.
Straddling with imperious affectation all along.
She spoke in a euphemistic tone almost like a song.
Uttering meaningless attributions without a wrong.
She behaved like a wanton child in the throng.
Exchanging silly words for nominal prong.
She was a synonym of vanity excessively strong.
One knows not where she belongs?
Meenas Poems 