Meenas PoemsI see rains
after a while
not so in style
falls with pride
on all sides
not here and there
but everywhere
not very heavy
but an escape from levy
that of hot sun
which at times is fun
not a good shower
enough for the flowers
Well! that is how it rains
not very much in a strain
it is but beautiful though
it is scanty in a row
yet it rains all through
a respite from the blue.
That be the rain today
call it rain in a way.
Give me 
a hand
said the angel with a wand
not trusting the angel fully
he extended his hand partially
the angel seeing his distrust
came forth with a test
that being a check for his belief
one that could grant him a relief
she asked him to lift her high
he thinking it to be an easy try
made an attempt to bring her i
it became difficult as she was heavier
though she appeared slender and elegant
her weight was unexpectedly defiant
letting his attempts go in futile
he gave up the struggle
with that the angel gracefully rose
flying into the clear blue skies with a force.
Heavily made up in a glare
she walked with steps rare
Stitched with stones rare
her outfits presented a striking glare.
Decked with shining jewels rare
her posture reflected a shocking glare.
She was the epitome of snobbery in a glare.
Moving with frivolous fallacy a deviation rare.
Well, that has been her way of life for long.
Straddling with imperious affectation all along.
She spoke in a euphemistic tone almost like a song.
Uttering meaningless attributions without a wrong.
She behaved like a wanton child in the throng.
Exchanging silly words for nominal prong.
She was a synonym of vanity excessively strong.
One knows not where she belongs?
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