Meenas PoemsTo the boil
came a foil
in an untold toil
not from the soil
but from the coil
the fire broke out
spread in and out
went up in sprout
it was a rout
with that came out
an expected fall-out
the man stood stout
walked as if he had a gout
had a big doubt
could not clear it out
so went back home.
The garden abounds with fresh vegetables,
Ripe tomatoes sweep the pathway ,
Green chillies hang midway,
Eggplants bloom in purple along the causeway,
Leafy cabbages represent a royalty all the way.
Rains fall in a heavy downpour,
Flooding the garden in an uninterrupted sway,
The lovely vegetables get soaked in a desolate gay,
The earth looks like a marshy tray
Snails big and small move about in the way.
They go about in a pace so slow ,
Coiling and recoiling in a manner so graphic,
Drawing into their hard shells seem so specific,
Over a period they multiply in numeric,
The garden encounters a danger symbolic.
The water recedes gradually ,
The soil happens to look like a slushy muddle,
The vegetables lie rotten in the muddle,
The snails track down the puddle,
The garden appears like an unsolved riddle.
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