Meenas PoemsThe leaf:
the green colour I espied
sheds its darkness turns pale.
The leaf
a while after I perceive looks changed
red sets in with a haunt.
The leaf
changes its colour
turns yellow in a stroke.
The paraphernalia as viewed
proposes a sequence: the growth,
the ripeness and the decay.
The transformation,
being a natural phenomenon,
presents itself in a colourful vestige.
Autumn, as it is known,
entertains.
The Fall, as it is called,
echoes with a vibration.
mesmerize me, my dear
the green I espied a little ago
sheds its darkness with no ego
turns light without a show
from dark to pale in a slow
a while after I perceive a change
this though not in range
looks red now not a derange
haunts me rather strange
the colour changes forth so quick
become they yellow in a tick
the leaves are no more thick
cling no more to the branches
they fall hurriedly in bunches
lay there for a rest in the trenches
emanate not any stench
the transformation scene so tall
that be the glory of the fall
autumn in Canada they call.
It is a day with sunshine
almost from morning nine
bright and sunny it is
with a blow of wind in a kiss
The people all in a mood gay
come out from their indoor stay
do a lot of cleanup in haste
not wanting to let a minute waste
with the children off to the parks to play
and the adults cycle all through the day
Oh! the place rings with a vibration
the season readies itself to a reverberation
the colours green, red and yellow queue up
as the leaves in trees change-up
the fall as it is affectionately referred
would enter in a pace chequered.
Well! it is heavens to stay here
to see the abundant cheer
that be Canada this day
shining in a radiant ray.
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