Joy – Page 3 – Meenas Poems

Red roses and yellow poppies toss in the air,

The white jasmine and pink lotus dazzle over,

The wet green grass and the hedges shine across,

A pleasant fragrance slides and engulfs the environ.

The Camphor trees and Benzoin trees stand erect,

The Mango and Neem trees spread their branches,

The Coconut and Palmyra tree grow upright,

A scintillating fragrance flips out and embraces the environ.

The atmosphere thus weighs heavily with aroma,

Pleasing the nostrils and embalming the mind,

Rejuvenating the spirit and filling up the heart,

The fragrance brings out a significant joy.

Now

Smoke from vehicles and fire cling close,

Dust and fumes create a suffocating choke,

Bothering the lungs and the respiratory track,

A carbon emission that needs to be condemned.

Modern trend is to inhale impure air,

Trees ,flowers and hedges are relics of the past,

The pale dry brown has overwhelmed the lively shining green,

Paving way to a stifling ,strangling disaster.

Imagine a compilation of faces into a book.

Does it not sound a crook?

But it has a say in every nook,

As it gives a fine look,

To the social hook.

It gets into every house,

As each one browse,

With a small mouse,

Enabling a curious carouse

With rapt attention arouse.

Messages fly in the air,

Pregnant with thoughts fair

Accompanied by pictures rare,

Seeking a lovely fare,

With a recognised care.

A few misgivings are there,

That of privacy tear,

Distinguishing a grade bare,

Leading to an apprehension fair.

As always there are two sides to a coin,

Revealing that good and bad conjoin,

To expose a relevance that rejoins,

With an innovation adjoin

Fusing into a classicism enjoin.