Meenas Poemsit is a delight
to be in a limelight
not once but often
could be in tens
a love to chair the meet
takes up the thought upbeat
could you call it a feat?
never would I in any treat
as it is absolutely egocentric
never a feel of a generic
It is a rose
a flower that rose
from the green stalk
being thorny in the neck
a small plant though
not with many boughs
steady in growth all through
gives out blossoms the year through
a beautiful little flower
the King of all flowers
in shades of pastel colours
there be also dark colours
red, blue and black
in bunches, clusters of stock,
a great delight to all
a greatest experience on the whole.
The early morning sun
not too hot nor too bold
rises up in the sky 
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shedding a lively prism
that of joy and fresh
lending cheer with a hush
the new day dawns.
With the sun in angles
ascending from the sea in triangles
might also rise from the hills
as many versions go with it in the bill
the day opens out in a flight
causing an extreme delight
that goes with its merry sojourn.
The morn sees a series of acts in turn
one of rushing out with a concern
going to schools and work spots
with a precipitated hurry
carrying loads of books on back
and loads of ideas in track
moving in a frenzied mood.
The gay of the morn turns morose
as the duties evoke a force
a terrible schedule on the anvil
had to be executed with or without will
unable to enjoy the liveliness
we stray away into the sordidness
losing the essence of joie de vivre.
Had been to a mountain
which had a fountain
that worked with colourful water
being not an artificial charter
being a natural delight
with no dealing slight
luxurious and wonderful
impressing the spectator to the full
set amidst the surroundings magnificent
with dense trees and verdant relevance
the fountain gushed out merrily
seemingly singing out a lyric cheerfully
an exuberance to be experienced
not easy to be expressed.
Rains poured all day.
It poured all night.
The day rains were friendly
going with the city
disrupting none
disturbing none .
The night rainfall was competitive
coming down in force
not very terrible
but very minimal.
The rains turned a delight
helping man all out
making nature look beautiful
refreshed and glowing
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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.
The rose plant over there
has grown without care
Each day it flowers
remaining there for hours
None to tend her at all
None to pluck her in all
She has grown by herself
keeping her to herself.
She grows on the path
giving out no wrath
instead extends a delight
withstanding without fright.
Oh! my rose over there
is there as everybody’s share.
It is a day of deviation
want to be away in action
not of the usual involvement
but in the different environment
away from the daily routine’
muc
h away into the setting
where there is no pressure
where there is only leisure
with no receipt and payment
only there be entertainment
mostly forgetting who I am?
It has begun so and remains so
hope it would continue also
leaving me in a refreshment
releasing a delightful sentiment.
A quaint looking bird
flew into my garden
multicoloured it was
green, yellow
and red
all merged as one
a beautiful combination
not seen so long in life
with a yellow beak sharp
and fluffy feathers dotted black.
it being so charming and alluring
stood there for a minute
enchanting and capturing the eyes
that had the opportunity to perceive
it posed for that sixty seconds so elegantly
then took off on a flight forceful
flying towards lands far off
over the huge ocean and high mountains
I know not where it went
and knew not where it came from.
All the same it was an apparition
keenly seen and delightfully felt.
The illumination was dazzling,
Rather it was sparkling,
The brightness was blinding
Rather it was glaring,
The radiance was extolling,
Cause it was a celestial lightning.
The smile was benign,
Rather it was charming,
The gesture was upbeat,
Rather it was signifying,
The cheer was gracious,
Cause it was divinely dignifying.
The delight was lovely,
Rather it was effacing,
The sequence was beautiful,
Rather it was refreshing,
The exhilaration was hypnotizing,
Cause it was a heavenly hallucination.
The glitter is a see through radiance,
The smile is a 
lilting radiance,
The delight is an abstract radiance,
All surpassing the diamond radiance,
Inspiring an enthusiastic contentment.
Meenas Poems 