Meenas Poems
This wonderful procedure,
Is a possible out growth of nature,
Resolutely found in all creature,
Formidably a dominant feature,
Which holds every one’s rapture,
Which begets an impressive signature,
Which evolves a beautiful scripture,
Thus projecting an excellent teacher.
A big stout black 
white cow,
Grazes on a lush green meadow,
Beneath a shady brown bough,
Lazily munches the shrub yellow.
A virtuous colourful glow
Bestowed with a dazzling milky white flow,
That nourishes many a fellow,
By Supplementing a buttery glow,
And Complementing a cheesy show,
Endowed with a nectar aglow.
Moves across the pastures slow,
Loiters along the hedges low,
Gracefully mumbling a mow,
Demurely walks to the shed in a row,
Gleefully expecting gains no.
A rare entity to find now,
An innocence hard to sow,
A sublimity ever to grow,
A celestial being on toe,
That is all I know
A ranging velocity seems to takes over
A driving veracity seems to rule over,
A striking identity seems to shadow over.
While a terrifying hurricane blows over
A muddy transmission flows above,
A chaotic transfusion flies above,
A dizzy infusion scatters above,
While a horrible storm dashes above.
A cloudy thicket floats across,
A solid envelop stands across,
A sordid terror stays across,
While a whirlwind moves across.
The huge destruction is unnerving,
The enormous devastation is disarming,
The significant frustration is frightening,
When the mad typhoon is ravaging
That which stays back,
That which ensues lack,
That which collects stack,
That which regains crack,
That which traces track,
That which registers quack,
That which encourages slack,
That which exhibits black,
That which induces hack,
That which purports attack.,
Are preamble to deadly plagues
Across the blue sea,
Over the tossing glee,
Beneath the living free,
Upon a slight tee
A subtle shade we see.
The mighty ocean reveals,
Terrific Huge seals,
With lovely reels,
upright on heels,
Calling for a deal.
A slight tremor we feel.
The jostling waves swish,
Sparkling glittery fish
With a soothing hiss,
Jump in a bliss,
Presenting a dish,
A small change we miss.
True,sights we espy,
Always redeem our try,
True ,sounds we hear,
Oft retrieve our fear,
True ,experiences we face,
Ever resume our grace.
Once in a way,
On a lovely day,
Go out for a play,
Make life gay,
Enjoy as you may,
Over a delicacy in a tray,
Sit over a bay,
Reviewing the bright ray,
Beneath the mound of clay,
There lies a terrain gray,
That exposes astray,
Do not pay,
Any attention say,
As it is a Sunday.
Most noise are made by drums empty
Most destruction are caused by minds empty
Most crime are delivered by thoughts empty.
Most fuss are exhibited by heads empty.
Most stink are emanated from drains empty,
Most desolation are evolved from heart empty.
Most recession are caused by vision empty.
Most trouble bursts out from desire empty.
Most of all empty belies empty.
Go on a long trip
Away from the tightening grip,
To the fascinating slip.,
Relaxing over a dip
Reviewing the scrip
of a tangible tip
Rejoicing over a flip
Of a luminous blip
Enjoying the clip,
Of blossoming tulip,
Having a cool sip.
Of a juicy drip,
Eating a tasty nip,
of a delicious pip,
Smacking the lip,
With a buttery snip
Sleeping on a drip,
With a slow chip,
A reviving trip,
Indeed a succinct skip.
None the less for religion
None the less for fear,
None the less for peace,
None the less for confidence
But to gain
The pilgrims progress
Not for the sake of God,
Not for the sake of goals
Not for the sake of strength
Not for the sake of greatness
But to hoard
The pilgrims progress
Not to uphold justice,
Not to initiate fairness,
Not to assert righteous,
Not to observe discipline
But to earn
The pilgrims progress.
Not to pray,
Not to seek blessing,
Not to be forgiven,
Not to be impeccable
But to amass
The pilgrims progress.
Never out of love,
Never out of kindness,
Never out of mercy,
But out of greed,
The Pilgrims progress
Ever the captivation lures
Ever the attraction sustains.
Ever the radiance glows
It is ever for money.
The Pilgrims progress
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