Meenas Poems
I made a garland
it looked grand
I stringed together
the flowers together
two in the upward
two downward
put the twine around
tied a knot
they were held in place
the way I went on
the garland took shape
mixed the flowers
yellow, green and red
had some white and rose in between
the garland turned wonderful
a simple offering to God
being my way of worship.
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Passion takes the front seat with much pride.
Making all others slide back in a hide.
It tries to embrace all the sides
while standing up like a guide.
It forces one to strictly abide
by releasing an emotional tide.
The writing patch renders a lovely glide
allowing a smooth ride.
The wordy expressions give a beautiful insight
by decking the experiences into a garland bright.
The narrations are sometimes light.
The explanations most times reach a height.
The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.
The authenticity is never a question right.
The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.
On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.
Meenas Poems 