Meenas Poems
Brevity being the soul of the wit
nailing it on the head with a hit
the beating around the bush takes away a bit
that of long winding expressions engages a pit
the inconvenience frames a web in close-knit
leaving an uneasiness all through being unfit
the over and above narrations open out a dull outfit.
As such these have to be eschewed from the list
the attempt to propose everything in a gist
finds its way with an untold bliss.
Beating aroun
d the bush all the time
the sparrow was making merry of its time
neither finding food for its little ones
nor fending for itself in the run.
Tweeting and chirping all around
playing and hopping in the round
forgetting the little ones in the nest
the sparrow was enjoying at the best.
The little ones squeaked from the tree
being hungry and wanting to be fed free
They called for their mother all in one voice
the mother was running about with a choice.
The poor little sparrows cried and cried
Not getting any response could not abide
so tried to fly from the nest in tricky hops
Lo! they failed miserably falling as drops.
The task of coming direct to the point
should be the motivation of all in a joint.
Getting straight at anything is the best
as it is a resolution faring well when put to test.
Meenas Poems 