Meenas PoemsThe clouds gather in haste.
The sky turns dark,very dark.
all set for a down pour heavy
The wind blows unexpectedly
picking up in velocity
scatters the clouds
clears
the sky
and the rain is not seen.
The mind gets clear.
The thoughts spread over.
all set for a decision.
The emotions overwhelm suddenly
gains momentum in speed
diffuses the thoughts
contaminates the mind
and the decision is not taken.
I saw a small bud in the morning,
it was fresh and feeble,
it was so beautiful.
I walked out in the late morning,
It was still the same,
It was dainty and frail.
I peeped out in the afternoon,
It looked more or less the same,
Though slightly bigger than in the morn.
I made it again in the late afternoon,
It was there remarkable as ever,
It danced charming in the breeze.
I advanced towards it in the evening,
It had opened up elaborately,
Spreading its fragrance all over.
I rushed towards it the next morning,
Its petals looked withered,
It was drooping in a fold.
I retreated with a heavy heart,
Capitulating the growth in a day,
Finally reconciling to death also in a day.
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