Meenas PoemsJealousy professes colour
high up with the collar
the tinge of the colour
a bright and a light stellar
one with the sunlight
as scorching and bright
a mild hue in the initial
turns darkest in the final
reflects an animosity in large
refracts a dislike on the verge
the colour being one of yellow
does not freely in an allow
expresses the concern if at all
the consideration being one of a fall
a wish of bitterness and sourness
nothing at all of sweetness.
It is a despise, pure despise
surrounds me all over
I turn to my left
I could see red shot eyes
emit hatred and anger
shying away I slowly see on the right
horrible it is in a way
it is yellow all through
jealousy is seen through
running away place my sight in front
terrible it is in a shot
it is green in a cast
greed with a blast
with fear I turn back
it is still very scary
it is black all dark
feel some evil behind
I sit where I am
close the eyes as tight as I can
the colours red, yellow, green and black
make me shudder with pain.
Fruits have colours
the colour of lemon
so charming and yellow,
that of the juicy orange
so flaming and orange
well, that be in the name
the blueberries
so cute and Royal
with the strawberries
the colour goes missing
and where comes the straw
the bright apples
with their healthy red
a display of robustness
along with the green ones
which show a thrive
not withholding the mango
so green when unripe
and orangish yellow when ripe
the colours restrain not only with fruits
extend to the vegetables too,
with beetroots having a bloody tinge
and carrots give out a pleasant complexion
the eggplants propose a violetish shade
go the lady’s finger and chillies in shiny green
I can go with the shades and fades
anyway eating them would enhance your complexion
yes, that is why the fruits and vegetables are made so
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specially for your benefit and welfare.
Advertisements are announcements
straight with colour and imagination
creative and destructive 
It is a day with sunshine
almost from morning nine
bright and sunny it is
with a blow of wind in a kiss
The people all in a mood gay
come out from their indoor stay
do a lot of cleanup in haste
not wanting to let a minute waste
with the children off to the parks to play
and the adults cycle all through the day
Oh! the place rings with a vibration
the season readies itself to a reverberation
the colours green, red and yellow queue up
as the leaves in trees change-up
the fall as it is affectionately referred
would enter in a pace chequered.
Well! it is heavens to stay here
to see the abundant cheer
that be Canada this day
shining in a radiant ray.
A day or two ago
met my friend of long ago
old she has turned
most of the calories burnt
by age and illness in one show
found her out of flow
staggers a lot in her walk
precise is she in her talk
physically she has lost
mentally she is still fast
hailed me by name all aloud
brought back the events from cloud
speaks out in a voice so clear
tells me I look like an old hag with cheer
Knew not where to keep my face
I pulled myself away with a long face
not able to accept that I am also old
she and I being the same age in fold
yet thought I am young not gone grey
as my black hair shines in the fray
with coloured dye minimal and slight
teeth all original and white
no make up whatsoever in sight
I deign myself in attire suitable
wish to seem like one capable
never did I think that I am old
with a smile now, I accept “Old is gold”
The fruits on the table
were set on gracefully
looking like the ones in the fable
arranged traditionally
with colours red, yellow being prominent
the rest of the hue remaining in the back
the enrichment that each one provides being deviant
they had been displayed beautifully with a knack
allowing the buyer to go through in leisure
selecting the fruits after checking the quality
purchasing them with a bargain without applying pressure
that being done paying the money immediately
a shopping of fruits went through with the mighty.
The colour of greed
they say is somewhat yellow
a pale transparent colour it might be
as the translucent delivers the quality
there be an exposition of stealth
there be a delivery of inkling
that of wanting more and more
not being fastened to the bowl
but getting over the river
calling for a desire much more
that of requiring all to one
making others leave to a shun
that be the fallacy of greed
leading to a direction scheming
where the path goes soft and smooth
climbing up with all possessions
know not how to survive
with that comes to an ending 
a battle of embitterment in the run
shattering the faith and belief
that if there be good
there would certainly be a reward.
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Girls like pink
boys love blue
Pink and blue
dominate every buy.
The dress is pink
school bag pink
pencil pink
and everything pink
cries my pink little girl.
Blue is not for me
it is for boys
and turns not on blue.
She touches not blue
anything blue is for her brother.
Seeing the waters blue
in the sea of blue
she exclaims and gasps
so much water for my brother.
Know not what to say
She soon gets over it
pointing to beds of flowers pink
it is all for me.
A quick reconciliation
and a quick smile
make blue and pink
very delightful colours.
Meenas Poems 