Meenas Poems
He acts so well before all
with a design in mind
not very straight after all
very deceitful on the find
says one thing upfront
differs at the back
well this has been his stunt
from the day I remember in track
many get carried away by his charm
losing themselves in his serpentine meandering
he with his dramatic skill reaps a lot in form
gaining wealth with ease in the going
that is the shortcut he devices with great prowess
Acting like a King
does not mean he is a king
keeping that in mind
the actor should not find
a relapse and a relax on stage
but once out of the stage
should become a real person
no matter what be the reason
failing to understand that
he is sure to throw his hat
and has to cut a sorry figure
if not it would trigger
serious consequences on the move
very much against any prove. 
A smiling nod is a pleasant recognition.
A loving word is a significant appreciation.
A noble thought is a pensive extension.
A supporting act is a remarkable application.
Going out with all these is a relevant attribution.
These should come out effortlessly on all occasions.
These are not practised but are spontaneous distributions.
Spurting out like a natural phenomenon spurning afflictions
Without any formalities to hold on to them is a rigorous configuration.
The nod rightfully calls for a friendly admiration.
The word strongly insists on a personal communications.
The thought staunchly instills a deserving contribution.
While the act succinctly incorporates a valid construction.
The realm of kindness is vast and contains grace in all its perpetuation.
Yonder, I see a beautiful person,
Getting near I rely on reason,
Beauty is not in the eye, I feel
It is found in the benign act,I seal.
The deceptive looks deduce a confound.
The sweet smile is actually range bound.
It is a treacherous facility that abounds
Forecasting a terrible tumble aground.
Never be carried away by outward show.
It would lead to a disastrous flow.
The hideous face hides itself in a profile low.
Waiting for a chance to strike a severe blow.
The blow does not injure the physical limbs.
It would strike deadly on the heart’s rims.
Extracting every sinew of the nerves to the brim.
Inducting a ghastly bloody wound plausibly grim.
Light heartedly, they go about in joyful excitement.
Revelling in the mirth of having struck the target vehement.
One day they would repent for their wicked ploy in indictment.
And endure a harsh curse and drastic swear all in a predicament
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