Meenas PoemsThe withered grass cries for rain
the blade of grass is yellow
everything looks weary and hapless.
The rain less days are too many
innumerable in the count as always
everything looks weary and hapless .
The rivers are dry and lie in vain
long since water flowed through
everything looks weary and hapless.
That be the cause when there is no rain
seem to be famished and barren
everything looks weary and hapless.
She looked brave and fearless.
Her status was great and righteous.
She volunteered to handle the tactless.
She did with all the more diligence nevertheless.
Taking care of the deranged was troublesome.
She accomplished it with a grace wholesome.
She never complained about her duty cumbersome
Rather she had to toil for nothing awesome.
Willingness drove her to undertake the work.
Initially her lack of experience landed her in dark.
The inmates greeted her with a loud bark.
She got accustomed like a graceful lark.
As years rolled she became familiar with her job.
She was a genuine aid not a snob.
She created among the deranged a meaningful throb.
No wonder, she was hailed as the “lady of the mentally robbed”
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