Meenas Poems|
It is a little daisy Which makes me crazy She beckons me to come near I talk to her in a voice clear Come to me, you little one We both together would have fun I would hold you to my bosom You look pretty awesome. You make me go frenzy My heart goes dizzy Your tender petals are so soft I want to carry you aloft. Oh! The beautiful Daisy over there You seem to be without care Come to me as soon as you can I wish to fondle you as much as I can.
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The thesis being of population
the limiting of growth of birth
a propaganda for family planning
including measures deep and private
educating people to control
the desire and urge with a condition
being delicate and awkward at times
where in the lands birth rate is high
there arises a compulsion for the government
involving a campaign for decrease in popilation
posting on every wall available on the road
releasing the advertisement of restriction
mostly on every nook and corner
broadcasting on radios on and off
televising on the shows quite regularly
the propaganda comes fast
directly to the living rooms
where aged, adults and children
converge to watch the programs entertaining 
thereby inducing an embarrassment
among the old and young in a way
who squirm and squiggle in discomfort
a detail needing a sensitive approach
being a dainty tackle to get organised.
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