Meenas PoemsThe chill air around
sends a quiver very profound
blows without a sound
creeps into the bones with a bound
the rattle and prattle are found
as the bones stutter in an abound
while the teeth chatter in a pound
the cold breeze crosses in an outbound
leaving me with
a terrific wound.
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The frost bites they say
The heat kills all day
The cold chills in a way
The hot heats always
.
Every thing has its own faults
No thing is perfect
We expect more from each
Looking beyond the reach.
The shortcomings are everywhere
We have to stoically bear
The anticipation being less
we go with no stress.
A small poem on acceptance
asking for a perception
going by the ups and downs
avoiding a tumble and a fumble.
A verse on the going
that keeps us moving
never should we retreat
whatever might be the treat.
A song that sings sweet
it might be also a tweet’
Go by the righteous in all ways
that would bring you cheer always.
The night is chill
with wind to the fill
The cold is a kill
with the snow on the hill.
Waiting out till
expecting the car coming uphill.
Shivering in the cold still
thinking of the bills
that have to be paid without frills
Looking through the gate grill
saw a wind mill
with movements nil
There came flying a quill
falling 
down the window sill
With that the car came uphill
got in and went downhill
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