Meenas PoemsA stream I espy
reflects the sky
it feels shy as it runs
and runs across
with no flaws
goes on in a toss
could see ripples mild
a swirl and a twist piled
it flows almost filed
the flowers float in pairs
the fish swim with care
these be the noble shares
we notice in the stream’s hold
as it gently passes in the fold
the waters not very cold
it is a beautiful expression
nature’s priced installation
a glorious yet modest representation
The heaven is beautiful they say
with flowers and greenery all over
While the good people find place there
revelling in splendour and comfort
all the more for the things they had done
and for the person the way they lived
kind and good, generous and magnanimous
touching nothing that is not theirs
attacking none and for that reason
quarreling with none nor taking
cudgels at any one unfriendly
nurturing not vengeance
brooding not evil
thinking always good
and living by principles
which had brought them to heaven
after their death
So, in the heaven they enjoy
peace and goodwill
all being a reward for they being
honest and sincere, nice and gentle.
A pressure exists day in and day out.
Reflecting a seizure all the way out
Resembling a torture all about.
Indicting a strain on the whole.
Negotiating with pressure is exasperating.
Working under pressure is devastating.
Coping with it is a masterly scheduling.
Winning over is a prudent dealing.
Pressure keeps mounting all through.
Dashing the hopes of victory in a ruse.
Driving to a madness in a strain true.
Subscribing to a trial right over.
Never entertain pressure is the common cry.
Learn to live in ease is a voted try.
Accept the eventuality with a gentle sigh.
Well this design is a significant buy.
Meenas Poems 