Meenas Poems
The sun still not awake
though it is six in the morning
the bustle almost not found
the morn looks sullen.
The sky is down cast
darkness hovers over
rains would come
a sign of welcome.
The day advances
still no move of the sun
peculiar it appears
something amiss is on the way.
Slowly the sun comes out
shines as bright as ever
even hotter than the usual
could be a tongue in cheek attitude
The day with a peculiarity
not one with the day-to-day
very different from the daily
that being one of an event
might sound very odd and silly
but it being true and genuine
the wake up for the day
being very early before sunrise
when still there being a little darkness
with the sun seen nowhere
it is an experience by itself
having the early morn for yourself
with none to share the bliss
not even the birds being out
nor any sign of human movement
with the dogs after the vigil
sleeping pretty heavy in the porch
a delightful ecstasy it is
and having been alive for so long
this day becomes unusually important
with beautiful interpretation
that could be better felt than expressed. 
Once upon a time there lived,
So starts the tale vivid,
Telling stories that appear rigid,
Provoking the listener to a frigid.
Once upon a time there was,
The story opens up with the cause,
Narrating incidents that induces a toss,
Presenting a terrific clause.
Once upon a time a King ruled,
The tale keeps us pulled,
Initiating a depiction in absolute build,
Proposing a grandeur thoroughly filled .
Once upon a time people were merry,
So the story glides effortlessly like a fairy,
Creating an assiduous cherry,
Imparting a belief that life is now dreary.
Long long ago the story unfolds ,
To an age of long time holds,
Impelling a strain of sequence in moulds,
Forcing a vigil as the episode rolls.
Meenas Poems 