Meenas Poems
The soil is ever beautiful,
With sand colourful.
White is the colour of the beach sand.
Red forms the fertile sand.
Black takes up the alluvial sand.
Brown is attributed to river sand.
A large colourful hue is in the band.
Adding a ray of gold to the land.
Fixing a streak of silver to the land.
Enhancing the glow and the glitter of the land,
With fertility, fecundity and productivity all in a grand.
Oh! It is a lovely land!
Indeed it is an exciting land!
Leaves bloom in a lovely green hue,
Thick and dense in a clasping cue,
Spreading a canopy of shade ,
Providing a glittering like jade,
Only to fall in days few.
The rain fed rivers flow gently,
Through the pebbles and moss gracefully,
Carrying with them alluvial soil across
Enriching the fields as they cross,
Only to get into the ocean mildly.
Man lives with pomp and merry,
Arrogant and towering over all in glory,
Dictating terms to everyone with serpentine authority,
Destroying one and all with diabolical impetuosity
Only to get interred in dust shortly
It is as explicit as ever,
That which is born cannot live forever,
That which takes place will fade
Be it beautiful or ugly,good or bad,
All would drop down in 
a wither.
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