Meenas PoemsIt is a land
looks very grand.
holds a happy band
with people in brand.
a joyful lucky lot
who never fought
always live together
work hard rather
a friendly clan
act with a plan
prosperous they are
they not go far
stay around the place
survive with a grace.
a rare sight as of now
an exceptional group
a charming troupe
Nothing have I to do
I sit and stare.
Sitting too I have nothing to do
I recline and gaze.
Reclining also having nothing to do
I 
sleep and dream
Sleeping takes me to untold realms
where I have everything to do.
With that I pass the days
dreaming all through.
The writing process
brings in enormous pain.
The writing time
goes into pitch darkness
The writing theme
drifts towards bitter experience
The writing posture
takes a reclining 
pose.
The writing thoughts
conceptualize in the dream
as he writes in great speed
while he sleeps sound.
I dreamt for a time
got up after some time
found nothing in rhyme
as I lost the rhythmic rhyme.
It is a dream that takes me through.
It is a stream that makes me go through.
It is a cream that adds to my charm.
Well, it is a scream that makes me back always.Variationd 
Sauntering through the world of dreams
where everything seems to be fantastic
with pride and joy gathering in a beam
where nothing creates anything agnostic
she sleeps through the night in a gleam.
Come morning she has to face the real
where everything appears to be drastic
with duty and work leading to an original
where all things are weighed by a yardstick
she passes the day with absolute trial.
The while little bunny
sat on his tummy
while munching
a carrot.
The tortoise lazy
moved in a glossy
surface while
in chase of a lizard..
The cute rabbit
as always his habit
thought of the old race
started to run.
The tortoise slow
as ever saw around
and crawled in its pace
with renewed confidence.
The hare ran and ran
The tortoise crawled and crawled
The winning post was little away
I waited with a beating heart.
The hare panting advanced.
The tortoise heaving approached.
Oh! it is going to be a tie
said I relieved.
It was a tie hard to decide
Awarding the honour to both
happily got out from my bed
Lo! it was all but a dream.
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Living in a world of dreams
she talked of everything that seems
raving over things that would never take place
seeing things out of the mental eye in haze
refusing to get into the realistic in any likelihood
going into the world of utopia in every attitude
she passes her days without any discomfort absolute.
living like a princess facing no dispute.
A feeling makes an unpleasant tease
leading to an unnatural cease.
The heart sinks as it listens to the pleas
leaving a pathetic freeze.
The pleadings have no basic reasons
to evoke a sympathetic emotion.
Yet they drive through the intricacies
penetrating into the deep prairies.
The desire is to overshoot the target
so as to pluck the precious beget.
The inclination to grab the best of all
so as to enjoy the loveliest without a crawl.
The thought to hoard the goods scarcely available
so as to go with it in times of extreme liable.
Yet these instincts find a way in
slowly moulding into a greedy sin.
The avaricious are found in professionals too
solicitors,doctors of medicine are not the only two,
Teachers and bankers also tend to follow this move.
The business of politics is a study in greed
where the business men lose their lead.
The rivalry of siblings exposes another form of treachery
where connivance and lies bring forth a ghastly forgery.
Yet these deceits hastily thwart an indefatigable dream.
It is easy to dream.
They crowd the mind in a seam.
Making one beam.
It is easy to dream.
It forms a cohesive theme,l
Leaving the mind in a gleam.
It is easy to dream.
It solidifies into a lovely cream,
Rendering a pleasant deem.
It is easy to dream.
It flows like a stream
Releasing an inimical steam.
It is easy to dream.
It prompts a scheme,
Enabling an achievement supreme.
It is easy to dream.
It introduces a step extreme.
Telling that life is but a dream.
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