Meenas PoemsThe lawn has turned sparse
could see patches in places
the grass looks dull and less
rains do destroy in cases.
It is how the gardener explains
I could not understand
the grass looks almost slain
the gardener insists on his stand.
The small lawn looks not good
it is a shame of its self rather
it had for long withstood
the vagaries of weather.
Would it regain its greenery?
it was such a beauty once
worried I watch the withered scenery
an eyesore all at once.
The greenery around
lush and pleasant
flower beds in a crescent
a brook with clear waters found
lies there a suburb with an abound
a population very decent
clean and clear is the environment
all convenience great and sound
all be so with a rhythm and rhyme
yet there lacks a charisma
could not be explained in the ordinary
the silence occupies the prime
appears like an unobtrusive enigma
where life assumes a slot not primary.
The day is beautiful
intermittent showers
the demure sunlight
a cool breeze enthrall
all set to entice
I hear a music
comes not from anywhere
but from myself
a song of my life
hums in my ears
the notes go up and down
expressing the joy with a gusto
intimating the sadness with a feel
synchronising the glory in cheer
reflecting on the losses in grim
the high intonations with melody
merge with the low notations softly
the song goes on for hours
my eyes become moist
wiping them gently
I stare in front of me
the greenery bewitches
the bare trees devastate.
Having been away for quite long
the land before my home had changed
with its trees all being uprooted
the greenery totally disappearing
now looking bare and rugged all around
the monkey family which lived on the trees
a lively interaction they had all through
with the mama monkey carrying the little one
while the other two older ones hopping up and down
as the head of the family was busy hunting food
there was a grand merry go around all through
now the family has migrated somewhere
leaving me alone gazing at the empty ground
where there is going to be a thoroughfare
as lorries would be parked with drivers loitering about
some smoking cigar and others spitting out
a different environment I am supposed to face
the days being not very far from now
as the work is going on with great speed
creating and growing takes time
destroying and removing is through no time
that being a universal factor all the way through
the extinction of orangutans is underway
making the rain forest area almost nothing
but a place of buildings and yards
turning more commercial and causing a disaster
with that the eco-friendly nation has become 
unfriendly
carving a corner where everything transforms into money.
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 .
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