Meenas PoemsNine days of this month
being that Of November
with rains in plenty
the sunshine in scanty
the days seem to pass
with the lovely impasse
a strain of heat not felt
a grain of coolness
surrounds in the most
the birds enjoy the change
the flowers blossom with joy
find there a freshness all over
a scene of beauty and beatitude
as if in a portraiture of beauty
a glossary of wonder and fascination.
The deviation gets goi
ng
while the distraction is engaging
The feverish delirium mounts up
while the urgency tops up.
The fuming heart pounds strongly
while the mind works wrongly.
With the fretting and boiling in the sway
the punching and debauching gets the way.
Therein ends up the sojourn long
while the crossing over becomes a song .
The glossary of terms make me strain
as the copious tears fall as rain.
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