Meenas PoemsCall it a day they say
how to call it I say
being wonderful they say
how wonderful I say
having turned successful they say
how much successful I say
they frown and say
get lost in a way
chuckling 
I make the way
allowing them to quit for the day.
The moon shone bright
spreading vivacious light
from a very great height
enhancing the beauty of the 
cool night
Day by day it goes
going by swift moves
moving with great proofs
proving by discreet approves
approving secured by examination
examining done with observation
observing performed by instructions
instructions given by attributions
attributions extended by scholars
scholars being picked by dollars
with that enters the monetary strollers
defying all that are 
qualitative as howlers
A choice unique and exclusive
could be very very decisive
as it has elements inclusive
seeming very elusive
synchronizing to a beauty
adding a few adornments here
taking off a few extras there
giving a shape to the parts with care
decking them with lovely designs rare
coming with it all the fares
the manufacturing and freight fair
together make it a great share.
The sun shining bright
going up 
straight
forcing the eyes to close tight
otherwise one might lose the sight.
It is a sleep that takes you long
an ironical interpretation all along
as sleep is one of inertia all through
where nothing happens mostly untrue
as far as I know fully well about the relaxation
sleep brings in lot more packages in relation
with the fund of observations in the track
that of complete rejuvenation without a slack
with the body getting refreshed absolutely sound
and the mind gearing up with a force bound
proposing an empowerment of the body and soul
going greatly with a focus missing no toll.
Wait for the right time they say
what would it do in a way?
Nothing great as they say
but would bring a great delay.
Waiting for an opportunity right
is but a deformity straight
Waiting is a postponement not a fight
allowing us to lose the sight.
Every time is the right time for me
as I 
go about like a bee
I wait for nothing to happen in glee
as waiting insists a flee.
Nothing more to write
says the mind in straight.
Nothing more to think
sees the mind with a blink.
Nothing more to solve
calls the mind with a resolve.
Nothing more to wrap
tells the mind with a snap.
Nothing more a to be found
as the mind shuts things around.
Thunders rock the sky
bringing excess rain along
resonating and rejuvenating
at the same time.
Differences do crop up on and off
between husband and wife with a scoff
mostly with a harshness in the pay off .
Well ! that is how life is made off
ignoring the faults totally with a laugh
appreciating the merits greatly with a smile
there would be enlivening harmony all the while
with that marriages would run smoothly without derail
calling off uninvited divorces and separation
leaving the children to live in peace in integration
under the canopy of love and care in absolute 
definition
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