Meenas PoemsUp , up, goes the horse,
In a galloping course,
Over a steep Coarse,
Racing in full force.
It trots with a rhythmic sound,
Gathering a disciplined bound,
Swirling across a trashy mound,
While reaching a high round.
Up above the hill high,
The horse raises a sigh,
As it utters a sharp neigh,
While munching the ripe rye.
It relaxes down on the meadow,
Slipping into a mere shadow,
Suddenly there arises a tornado,
Creating a sensational back flow.
That makes a bard ,
Sing its praise on board,
In a rhythmic record
Philanthropy is a connotation,
That points to a deliberation,
Of grand distribution,
Of wealth and participation.
Philanthropy is plain 
give,
It is a pretty live,
Of cheer and festive,
Translating an act extensive.
Give needs no advertising,
It is a voluntary inkling,
That occurs without thinking,
As an instinct initiating.
It seems so simple and easy
It looks so light and ordinary,
It happens in speed and regularity,
It is an age-old quality.
Now it has acquired a billionaire’s status,
As it is dressed up in eye-catching gorgeous
Made gigantic and big by pompous,
But the little thought still remains gracious.
Give out half your wealth to charity
Call the billionaires,
Give out the money to the needy,
Cry the referrers.
Give out large heartedly ,
Announce the care takers
Give out happily.
Appeal the servers,
Setting the tone of philanthropy.
Money is one way to show concern to the oppressed ,
As most think
Mind you money is not the only way to discern the hard pressed ,
As most feel
There are many more ways to look at depressed ,
That most do not realise,
Leading to a mix up of the addressed ,
To a subsequent delineation.
Billionaires can establish foundations,
Like Buffett and Bill Gates do,
Most others can opt for a creation,
Like Mother Theresa and Ramakrishna did,
The haves by their funds work out a sensation,
By displaying an abundance of money
The have-nots with their love etch out a penetration.
By exhibiting an immeasurable care.
Give what you can,
By keeping a little for you,
Help as much as you can,
Till it satisfies you,
Extend solace to all you can,
Until it tires you.
Billions are not the only conform,
Millions are not all that show,
That take up a
charity form ,
Presenting in a row,
A series of transform,
That call for a grow.
Give half of your wealth,
Say the billionaires,
Before your death,
To the needy affairs,
Which sounds to be good health,
But echoes an extraordinaire.
Wealth is not behind,
The activity of philanthropy,
Thought is the find,
Of this noble philosophy,
Which remains a bind,
In the material world’s catastrophe.
Seeing a flower is captivating
Hearing music is enrapturing,
Smelling fragrance is pleasing,
Feeling happy is enchanting,
Living peacefully is ruminating,
Presenting an excitement all over.
Is
Water leaks in pipes,
Cause a lot of damage
Power leaks in wires,
Caution a deadly hazard.
News leak in media,
Create a furore,
Nefarious deals leak through
Produce ripples
Soliciting an embarrassment.
They bring to light,
Scheming manipulations,
Exclusive negotiations,
Intimate bribing,
Deploying deceits,
Between powerful nations.
Sealing the document,
From the sight of ordinary,
Implicating a deadly crime,
At the cost of innocence.
Recuperating their coffers.
As the leak spreads,
A horror creeps in,
The powerful set in action,
To shut the passage
By illegal means,
And tyrannical modes.
Accusing the protagonist,
Of fictitious faults,
Putting him behind bars,
So that the leak would dry,
As memory is short,
People tend to forget.
There ends the Leak.
Scams and scandals,
Rock the world
Feign and pretext,
Shock the world,
Greed and cheat,
Block the world.
Sly and treachery,
Mock the world,
Lust and lewdness,
Lock the world
Wicked and evil,
Flock the world,
Pride and prejudice,
Smock the world
Vanity and frailty,
Knock the world,
What an impressive galore!1
Baffles many corporations.
Of business and government,
Leaving an astounding empowerment,
Of balancing and reigning,
Creating a profound signing,
Of a pro forma and a policy,
Including a trial and secrecy,
Of profit and principle,
Establishing a gospel,
Of truth and discipline .
Impressing an ethical legitimacy
Of revenue and transparency,
Measuring a standard deviation,
Of logarithmic calculation,
Founding a translucency,
Of light and clemency.
In trade and administration,
Which works out a conservation
Of reserve and regulation.
Gone are the days,
Of steam and vibrancy.
Of speed and enthusiasm.
Gone are the decisions,
Bestowed with sharp wit,
Frilled with tact and prudence.
Gone is the liveliness,
Endowed with smile and happiness,
Enjoyed with humour and rejoice.
Gone are the inspirations,
Packed with reverberations,
Embalmed with fragrance.
Gone are the thoughts,
Loaded with foresight,
Levied with insight.
Gone are the directions,
Leading to delineations,
Reaching the destinations.
Gone are the significance,
G
athering a relevance,
Promoting a reference.
A placidity surmounts,
Compelling a foremost,
Settling to a reverence.
When nothing turns around,
A lesser thing found.
In the surround.
Which is not bound,
By reality ground,
Is considered sound,
Driving to a profound,
Thoughts of resound,
Enforcing a meek 
acceptance
Philanthropy is a word,
Heard of leaks,
All arithmetic operations,
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