Meenas PoemsIt is love
a true and great love
a love genuine
It is love
an erotic and passionate love
a love infatuated.
It is love
an affectionate and unrequited love
a love motherly.
It is love
well accepted and looked up
a love great.
So be love
different and different in love
altogether is love.
Love is spontaneous
that spurts out immediate
stays for long all day
never retreats in a day.
Love from the heart might be so
keeps the mind in glow
the events travel in a flow
high above they are never low .
Love for the flesh is not so
wanes in a year or so
the infatuation as they call in a blow
that strikes with a madness in toe.
The permanence in love greatly seen
much
adjustments are in the scene
it is ever fresh and green
though the years roll in a dream
The flower over there
looks from there
blooming in the sun shine
holding us in a bind.
Having not thought of attracting
it blossoms with no thinking
delighting the onlooker great
never once bargaining the rate.
Any work of art might it be
great or small let it be
should command the views
never advertise any clues.
They be recognised for their merit
get across the board in credit
let not they be thrown out for propaganda
as that could destroy their agenda.
The part that which comes up for sale
acquires a look haggard and pale
with selling becoming the motive
there is no grade in the retrieve.
Bees go to the flower for honey
birds surround the trees for fruits though tiny
that be the procedure all through
with works of art more true.
Left in a torrential outpouring.
It was not literally raining.
It was an abstract kindling.
Leaving an uneasy steering.
Unfurling a static feeling.
Creating a sensation inundating.
Fostering a lusterless shimmering.
Oh! it was a situation annihilating.
A destitution was set in a fumbling.
A desperation settled in a quickening.
The forehead strained into a narrowing.
The eyes were profoundly welling.
The nose was quickly twitching.
The mouth was angrily snorting.
The cheeks were fiercely burning.
The scenario was one overturning.
The good lost their sensible thriving.
The bad gained a plausible living.
Initiating a contradictory resolving.
The world revolves in a fleecing.
The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.
The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.
There is nothing else
truly amazing.
The conduct of the original duo,
Likens to a differential aglow,
Pulling out from one a few months ago,
Inducting another stealthily
as an alto,
Pretending to be genuine at the fro,
Eventually a planned ploy in a turbo,
It is an intended imperative although,
Similar to a conceited grab in a limbo,
Well, the attitude of the duo,
Is as original as the wind flow.
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