The rain comes
steady and gentle
Slowly it becomes
furious and strong
swIngs and steers in course
lashes across with a force
strikes on the panes again and again
Creates a rhthym with an intone
being Nature’s way of singing in tune.
Category: Tune
The birds twitter.
Their notes are not bitter.
The tune is a flatter.
The monkeys chatter.
Their talk does not matter.
The noise is an annoying banter.
Men act as if in a theatre.
Their behaviour is a conspiring falter.
Round goes the wheel of fortune.
At times 
it whirls out of tune.
Overlapping all misfortunes.
Most times it falls short of tune.
Invigorating a sordid attune.
Fortune is temporarily tuned.
A blind dependence sets a discordant tune.
Creating a strain out of tune.
Releasing an unpleasant swoon.
Condemning a struggle all too s
To be blessed is a fortune.
Many do not fall into the tune.
Hard work never goes astray of the tune.
Sincerity ushers a lovely tune.
These indemnify a perfect tune.
Meenas Poems 