Meenas PoemsThe world still moves on.
There was a sunrise in the morn.
There are many new-born.
The horses neigh in the barn.
The birds sing in the dawn.
The earth revolves around.
There is a lot of sound.
People walk around.
There seems to be no bound.
As all things are in order in the ground.
There is no sign of devastation.
Not even a specific exasperation.
It is but a regular situation
where there is liveliness in elaboration.
Easing out all tensions in a quick invigoration
Passion takes the front seat with much pride.
Making all others slide back in a hide.
It tries to embrace all the sides
while standing up like a guide.
It forces one to strictly abide
by releasing an emotional tide.
The writing patch renders a lovely glide
allowing a smooth ride.
The wordy expressions give a beautiful insight
by decking the experiences into a garland bright.
The narrations are sometimes light.
The explanations most times reach a height.
The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.
The authenticity is never a question right.
The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.
On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.
It is a deep passion.
It resembles a recreation.
It creates a distraction.
It releases delicate emotions.
Impatiently the soberity arrives.
Delivering pleasurable tries.
Dispassionate it might appear.
Disproportionate it might send fear.
Disaster it might lay bare.
Digression it might take care.
Writing has become a passion.
Know not for what reason.
Writing has become a fusion.
Embracing all times and seasons.
A few lines a day gives an impetus.
Thoughts lead to words in full tempest.
Words move towards expressions in haste.
Expressions give birth to creation in taste.
That is how the work of art attains its finality
Allowing the audience to a revel in gravity.
Succumbing to the beauty in totality.
Cherishing the masterpiece of creativity.
Take time to laugh.
Laugh at yourself enough.
Laugh at your struggles tough.
Laugh at your experiences rough.
Laugh at your foibles muff.
Laugh at your own voice gruff.
Laugh at your wordy bluff.
Laugh at your smooth sailing surf.
Laugh at your cosy turf
Laugh at everything in a huff.
It is time to laugh and laugh.
The body is in motion.
The mind is in commotion.
There is no coordination.
Everything moves in acceleration.
Leading to an arrest of notions.
It is likely to bring an inertia.
The mind works towards an amnesia.
The limbs succumb to a paralytic differentia.
The spirit dies in a distinct criteria.
A pressure exists day in and day out.
Reflecting a seizure all the way out
Resembling a torture all about.
Indicting a strain on the whole.
Negotiating with pressure is exasperating.
Working under pressure is devastating.
Coping with it is a masterly scheduling.
Winning over is a prudent dealing.
Pressure keeps mounting all through.
Dashing the hopes of victory in a ruse.
Driving to a madness in a strain true.
Subscribing to a trial right over.
Never entertain pressure is the common cry.
Learn to live in ease is a voted try.
Accept the eventuality with a gentle sigh.
Well this design is a significant buy.
Connive and conspire to begin
Hoard and usurp to trade in,
Conceal and hide to spin.
Cheat and beguile to sin.
It is a win unholy.
It casts a dark shadow wholly.
It creates a status lowly.
It thwarts peace thoroughly.
It is a performance otherwise.
It shows the mode to earn in size.
It leads to a schedule of vice.
It claims a stream of desolate cries.
The word is of great interest.
It is a delight when men show interest.
It is appealing when men have limited interest.
It is painful when men charge abnormal interest.
Interest in things grows as such.
The feeling leads to a buy out as much.
It dispels the fear of the crunch.
Initiating a purchase in bunch.
Interest on money accumulates so quick.
The lender plays a likely trick.
It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.
Forcing the borrower to lick.
Interest plays the roles both.
It builds wealth in troth.
It eats up the fortune like a moth.
Condemning the borrower to froth.
It was a search.
Beyond the torch.
It was a start.
Far away in a sort.
It looked ahead.
Away from the tread.
Mind you it is near.
And it is very dear.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
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