Meenas Poems
The drizzle is so light
falls on the ground slight
it is so minute to the eyes
trickle and twist in tries
makes the soil glossy
shines through rather crazy
the breeze blows with a whistle
strikes the face gently like a thistle
the air around picks up the moisture
renders a beautiful weather
not very cool nor warm in nature
all the more pleasant in stature
the evening turns great in tone
an exhilarating outflow from the zone.
A drizzle in drips
held me in a grip
mind you the flower like
captivated an iron like
that too happens in a jolt
unexpected comes from the bolt
the petite girl pretty and mild
win over the man huge and wild
the heart firm and resolute
extends compassion absolute
the theory of possibility as seen
seems not very keen
fumbles with a slip and fall
differs from the writing on the wall.
The drizzle all through the day
sent a sensation so lovely and gay
wanted to reach out to the fray
restrained the wish in a way
still overwhelmed to play
ran out to enjoy the rays
the rain drops fell on the face
went past me without a trace
yet could feel the dainty lace
so good was it in the brace.
he wind blows with a sound
it is terrific in the round
hissing and wheezing it takes off
storming and roaring it progresses
whining and whimpering it ends
the wind then blows off.
The branches of trees swirl fast
the leaves fall down in a rustle
the place is strewn with twigs
comes down the rain in a drizzle
a welcome shower to drench with cheer.
The rain starts with a rhythmic chant
the tiny drops fall with a poise
followed by the big drops on the field
it picks up speed with an enchanting prowl
the lovely pour down appears fantastic.
The parched land seems to brighten
enlivened by the ripples of the rain
the tumultuous showers
enliven the soil
the fecundity is aroused with force
there all along are signs of prosperity
significant and symbolic of growth.
Meenas Poems 