Come to my land
go with a band
fold the hands
take an elegant stand
look not bland
show up grand
create your brand
live happily amidst all 
that be your life in all
as you slowly diffuse into sand.
Tag: fold
Few they say is limited
few they argue is little
well, this is not new
as few could make a million
they could also see a trillion
if they aspect exactly
if they progress directly
there could be almost all thing
a fly over by few
a throw out by few
a defeat by a few pull out
and finally a few as you know
could make wonders in straight goal
a few are really great.
Evergreen keeps on haunting.
Memories cast a taunting.
Recollections indicate an overwhelming.
Reflections carry a loud thinking.
Past is not history always.
Lessons it imparts imply a say.
Deliberations hold us in a sway.
Releasing an evergreen permeation all gay.
Greenery is a feast to the physical eye.
It fills up the heart with pride high.
Paucity of greenery causes a sigh.
It is nature’s endowment beyond a buy.
Enthusiasm enliven the soul.
Encouragement leads to the goal.
Happiness plays the lead role.
Imposing a green tone on the whole.
Evergreen beckons all to a road.
Trace of green is found in every fold.
Its physical tinge exhibits a lively gold.
Its abstract form builds up an enthralling reload .
.
My friend bade me to read aloud,
Letters and words jumbled up in a fold,
My voice stumbled to a hold,
Fear lurked up making me cold,
Yet I read aloud.
Raising my tone high and high,
Reading with a moderate shy,
I settled to ease by and by,
My first attempt was a good try,
As I took up the dedicated fly.
My reading was quite interesting
The audience heard with rapt binding,
There was a silence really filling,
Adding to the grace of the rendering,
I stood amidst grand rebuilding.
Applauses rant the air,
Appreciation encircled the fair,
Questions came up in pair,
Pat came the answers from me in quick spare,
I remain grateful to my friend’s care.
Meenas Poems 