Meenas PoemsThe woods are dark and deep.
They are full of fear in a heap.
The birds twitter and beep.
The animals roar and sleep.
The men tread in and leap
while the wild animals make a sweep
and make hay with their reap
penetrating into the woods by a creep
with the blood soaked prey
in the tight keep
as the forest rangers go around in their jeep.
Every legal case is different.
As it has no precedent.
It may differ in degree macro or micro.
It might have merit or demerit although.
Judgments are independent.
Not clasped by averment.
Justice has to uphold truth.
Not to downgrade truth.
Counsels have to study the case sheets deep.
Not act shoddily as though half asleep.
A sound knowledge of law is a must.
To fight the case when put to test.
Each case is a new edict.
Never rely on the previous verdict.
Each one has twist and turn.
Review it sincerely without a spurn.
Remember, the client is your King.
Never you could become a King.
He, who pays you is atop.
You, who receives should never flop.
Never try to override him.
If so, you are deceiving him.
He would strike you hard.
And bash you without any regard.
Rude gestures would run you out.
Impolite words would throw you out.
Arrogance would doom you forever.
Authority would shun you more so ever.
Insecurity in profession drags you perhaps,
Lack of confidence in your ability draws you perhaps,
A hurried escape might be your requirement perhaps.
An express exit from the situation might be your motive perhaps.
Desirous of earning more and more is your goal.
Greed has seized your complacency in a toll.
An attempt to betray the client is highly
contemptuous.
Surely, all lawyers, with no exception are perfidious
A little baby is lying in a cradle,
She is making noises in a babble,
Her cries are calls a little feeble,
She mostly lets out a giggle.
The baby is like a dainty rose,
Tiny appears her fingers and toes,
Her face enlightens all those,
Her smile ensues a lovely glow.
Soon her eyes gently close,
She sucks her thumb in a doze,
As her charm increasingly grows,
Opening out to all an ecstatic source.
It is a pleasure to see her sleep,
Her light slumber is not deep,
She gets startled at a tiny beep,
Forcing a stealthy silence in a creep.
Peeping over the cradle for long,
Sends a tranquil vibration all along,
Sets the mind at peace not wrong,
Makes the heart sing a merry song.
It is a pleasure unexplainable,
It is a leisure unfathomable,
Oh!Is not my verse lovable?
Nay,it is the way the baby sleeps
is enjoyable.
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Meenas Poems 