Meenas PoemsWhen I have nothing to do
I turn to Nature
as it is always in the go
has in it a regular feature
dawn and dusk to dark 
it rolls on every day almost
sun, wind or rain in sight
it revolves with a vigour most
seen with a bloom here
semblance of a fade there
Nature is never tired
unlike me who cries
for the trivia in a sob
the heart sends a throb
I sit there with down cast eyes
Nature smiles at me cheerfully
Of course, with no ties!
The day breaks with sounds great
crackers add to the cheer
flying up in the sky
making a blast and a noise huge
heralding a brand New Year.
The year is supposed to bring
innumerable joy and thrive
proposing a prosperity and drive
that be the expectations of all
as hope is the thing that makes up all.
Expecting so much from the 
new-born
stretching too much from the nascent
being a great strain to the little one
yet we get in the stream
enforcing much part of our dream.
The year is another leaf
a new shoot from an old tree
performing as its predecessors
nothing more and nothing less
a simple equation indeed.
Taking that much in consideration
anticipating nothing more in suggestions
a plain acceptance of this day as normal
helps us play a safe game
that of caution and restraint.
The world still moves on.
There was a sunrise in the morn.
There are many new-born.
The horses neigh in the barn.
The birds sing in the dawn.
The earth revolves around.
There is a lot of sound.
People walk around.
There seems to be no bound.
As all things are in order in the ground.
There is no sign of devastation.
Not even a specific exasperation.
It is but a regular situation
where there is liveliness in elaboration.
Easing out all tensions in a quick invigoration
The bees are buzzing busy.
The birds are tweeting cheerfully.
The peacock is dancing happily.
The squirrels are chirping incessantly.
The lizards are talking untiringly.
The frogs are grunting loudly.
The dogs are barking fiercely.
The cats are mewing demurely
The men are snoring peacefully.
As the morn dawns.
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