Meenas PoemsThe leaf:
the green colour I espied
sheds its darkness turns pale.
The leaf
a while after I perceive looks changed
red sets in with a haunt.
The leaf
changes its colour
turns yellow in a stroke.
The paraphernalia as viewed
proposes a sequence: the growth,
the ripeness and the decay.
The transformation,
being a natural phenomenon,
presents itself in a colourful vestige.
Autumn, as it is known,
entertains.
The Fall, as it is called,
echoes with a vibration.
it is a morning call
being the crows call
reluctant to wake up
go further down in a step
a snort and a snore loud
could be heard with a sound
the daily chores are 
so
as the rest come in a row.
Come winter the snow sweeps
whisks through the breeze
the summer heralds a show
as activities go in a flow
the fall is wonderful
with colour changes in full
come spring with its glory
reminiscent of the hoary.
The advent of spring in a bloom
dispels the long set gloom
the flowers break out in a blossom
like to hold them to the bosom
the trees bear fruits small and big
all but with no exception of a fig
the birds tweet and chirp with such melody
as they sit up and sing with rhapsody.
The lovely season of all
spring beckons a great call
the yellow tinge spreads all through
lightens up the valley with concepts true
the golden sunlight that passes in a flood
cheers up the face with a new blood
it is an all round celebration sumptuous
release an exaltation not dubious
The rains do good
they too also do bad
it is the way they rain
it is the way they deign
the earth is a receptacle
it also faces a debacle
that of a receiver in a sense
that of a deceiver in pretense
the showers fall with ease
they drive one mad in a tease
it being a likelihood all the more
it being a dissimilarity sore
the rains enrich the soil
also delude it in a foil
a strange concept in strength
yet very realistic in length.
mesmerize me, my dear
the green I espied a little ago
sheds its darkness with no ego
turns light without a show
from dark to pale in a slow
a while after I perceive a change
this though not in range
looks red now not a derange
haunts me rather strange
the colour changes forth so quick
become they yellow in a tick
the leaves are no more thick
cling no more to the branches
they fall hurriedly in bunches
lay there for a rest in the trenches
emanate not any stench
the transformation scene so tall
that be the glory of the fall
autumn in Canada they call.
It is a day with sunshine
almost from morning nine
bright and sunny it is
with a blow of wind in a kiss
The people all in a mood gay
come out from their indoor stay
do a lot of cleanup in haste
not wanting to let a minute waste
with the children off to the parks to play
and the adults cycle all through the day
Oh! the place rings with a vibration
the season readies itself to a reverberation
the colours green, red and yellow queue up
as the leaves in trees change-up
the fall as it is affectionately referred
would enter in a pace chequered.
Well! it is heavens to stay here
to see the abundant cheer
that be Canada this day
shining in a radiant ray.
The fall I met with
not one of great
it be a physical
broke my leg
not actually in sense
a misstep caused the havoc
hurt in the knees
sprain or fracture
do not I know
pain turns sharp
where to complain?
i sit with tears
my mother gone for long
my father also flew before her
my husband would be shocked
with the sons all far away
I sit with tears without a move
I sit there for long.
The rains came unexpected
thunder struck with a plunder
lightning was frightful
these all are Natural design
Another phenomenon accompanied
came down a building high
fell on the ground in shambles
a blast and noise unheard.
The scores of workers inside
went down the fall in panic
a hand inadvertently jutted out
knew not what for.
Shrieks and cries rose high
the expressions reflect anguish
echoed all through the wilderness
man’s greed knows no bound.
The despair is painful
the loss is irreparable
son , mother and father
either one lost one another.
The governance is at standstill
announces a compensation
Is life so cheap and worthless?
I stand aghast at the callousness.
The bull and the bear
go with the stock market
the bull is aggressive
the bear is meek
the dashing bull
attacks the market
pushes it up
while the bear
in his dandy move
strikes the stocks
unable to bear its weight
they fall down
this be the play in the stocks
with the rise and fall
Know not where
the bull and bear
find their way
acronyms trigger
a wonder and a ponder.
Win or fall
be it in fields all
has a call.
The man very tall
had a great fall
he broke his bones
he being alone
could not manage
so had to arrange
a helper to look after
being one who liked laughter
found a maid who was quiet
she did her job quite right
the tall man got short
his tempers rose in a shot
started to torment her on and off
the woman turned to him with a scoff
not able to co-exist with her
he drove her off in the spur
Lo! the tall man lay alone
as he had broken his bone
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