Meenas PoemsAn uneasy calm
could be a qualm
can be after a storm
might be before a warm
may seem to be a norm
well, the uneasiness lies
found not in all cries
seen not in all buys
explicit in all lies
could be a trial in a way
a struggle all through the days.
I stay calm for long duration
am rash on occasions
when rubbed on the wrong side
I withdraw like the tide.
It is my weakness all say
I do not think that way
I feel it is my forte
I do not wish to float
nor do I intend to bear
as I do not care
whatever be the consequences
I walk past with an indulgence
never to turn again
not even for a gain
that be my attitude
I nurture a lot of gratitude
never I forget the help I received
never loose track of how I was deceived.
Well, that is me in a nutshell
as I mostly prefer to be inside a shell
The throb amidst the throng
the cheer seen in a sneer
the charm found in calm
the hope felt in a slope
the life with a strive
all show in a glass
contradictions indicate
existence in all tense.
The fish known for its softness
glides through the river in a distance
glimmering beautiful with rays falling
The movements of the fish being keenly watched
displaying a perfect momentum endorsed
a speed gentle and graceful.
Looking at its float in the rustling waters
going about in a timely sequence in rhythmic quarters
releasing a pleasure all too extensive.
The sleepy eyes exhibit a gentle kindness
benign and appeasing they stray with a tenderness
spreading a placid sobriety.
Calm be they in their composure
Peaceful they slip into the wavy treasure
Heavenly it is to perceive them.
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