Meenas PoemsThe world peace is at jeopardy
man shoots not tardy
kills one here and two there
a host of people yonder
a hundred almost here
east, west, south and north
bear the heat of the hearth
a state of art is killing
who is at the back of the billing?
a question to answer in earnest
who could be the target?
another one faces us all cold.
A storm was ravaging out,
Rummaging all throughout,
Beating and battering out,
Fleecing wildly all throughout.
The composure was unevenly poised .
The countenance was prohibitively pinned ,
The violent rage was risky poised
The endanger was frightfully pinned.
The storm blew in a high velocity,
The panes and windows broke in alacrity,
The trees seemed to move with the velocity,
Presenting a mysterious movement in alacrity.
The external disturbance was unbearable,
The noise of thunder was incorrigible,
The boggling of the mind was unbearable,
The frequent prodding proved incorrigible.
The outer and the inner decried at the same moment.
The fury and anguish descended simultaneously,
The storm slowly abated at the intense moment,
The fuming and frothing rose high simultaneously.
The storm created a havoc over the land,
The anger insinuated a jolt to the band,
Of course the storm dishevelled the land,
More so the anger disunited the band.
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