Meenas PoemsIt is a wait
a long wait
for the bait
down the river.
the hook is sharp
very sharp
to catch the carp
down the river.
The net is large
too large
let from the barge
down the river.
The boy is small
tiny and small
waiting for the call
down the river.
The 
carp bites the insect
a wee like insect
then dives down in an intersect
down the river.
It comes up again
again and again
gets hooked at last
goes away from the river.
Palpitations kept his heart beat in a race,
An unexplainable sorrow stole the grace,
An unbelievable tale
set the deface,
It was a hell to survive the blaze.
Nevertheless he had to get through it in a daze
There were additional frothing in the furnace,
Boiling over in an unexpected ablaze
Yet he had to put up with it in a phase.
It was all built up in a madness,
It was a texture of serious illness,
It massacred the veracity to a stillness,
Yet he had to face it with a boldness.
The heart fluttered high and low,
Casting a picture of a shadowy glow,
The performance was deadly slow,
Oh! the extension was halted with a severe blow.
It is a story of a loving pal,
He fell a prey to a rude call,
Oh! it was a terrible fall,
Lo! he breathed his last in a drawl.
Meenas Poems 