Meenas PoemsFascinated by nature’s beauty
even a grass hold me for a while.
A twig is one of interest
it’s shapes, branches, and brittleness
make me wonder at the dispositions
the facets of the natural dimensions.
I see leaves all over
one small, one big and the other broad
the lines running through them
the shapes tell us to which they belong.
I spend most of my time
engaged in such an experience
that way I am blessed
not thinking of any other unwanted’
Beautifully stringed mango leaves
hung on the entry door
a sign of welcome in Indian houses
put up during auspicious occasions
they look so enticing and seem to greet
a charm spreads 
with an extension
as they dangle in the gentle breeze
seem to beckon you with a warm smile
address you in a pleasant voice
“come home”. “come home”
“you are most welcome”
a solicitation with a cordiality
never any human could express
a gesture cannot be imitated
practiced from time immemorial
The leaves fall in autumn
makes the trees bare.
The snow falls in winter
makes one stare.
The rustle of leaves
and the spread they do
the sheet of ice
and the wonderful scenario
give a natural sequence
one that of a yellowish attire
spreads charm and warmth.
Pure with a delinquency
seems the whitish fleece
remember the land has a choice
its facelifts with a tweeze
knows that monotony is drab
only colour adds to the glow 
this quality renders a love
yellow that of a pleasure
while white lends a purity
that be so with the earth not alone
stretches to all elements in a tone.
The child with tired eyes
sits there with no choice
goes about in endless tries
folds the leaves in speed
knows not its end-use and need
the tenderness of the hand is lost indeed.
wrinkled the tiny fingers look
mangled they seem almost hooked
yet the tiny hands manipulate without brook
with tears in the eyes welling 
and pain in the face pricking
a meagre amount in the pocket filling
the innocent eight-year-old turns responsible.
The days fly away.
The leaves fall down,
The winds surge above.
The thoughts range behind,
There is a movement always
whatever be the posture
there be an up and down
that of a sideways expanse too.
The revolution of the earth around the sun.
The rotation of the earth on 
its own axis .
The waning and waxing of the moon
all tell us about the motion
The waves coming in and going out
The sky clear turning cloudy.
The day becoming night,
all tell us about the changes routine.
The physic robust tending to become weak.
The youth in form aging to old in frailty
That be the nuances of transition
implying an intrinsic worth and flight
Leaves bright and erect
talks about weather correct.
Leaves green and shining
tells us of the binding.
Leaves fluttering and jostling
invite us to a celebration dazzling.
Leaves possessing medical ingredients
grant us a cure for most ailments.
The disposable we talk of now
were seen in leaves years before.
The auto gate stopped working.
Pressing the remote with force
tried the best to induce moving.
Lo! it creaked hoarse.
It remained stubbornly stuck.
It was late in the night.
Shook the gate with a pluck.
It remained fastidiously tight.
Afraid to stand alone in the lane.
as there started thunder and lightning.
Lost patience and soon became insane
Heavy torrential rain started pouring.
Fully drenched I kicked the gate.
It was as adamant as a mule.
Cursing badly the fate
Got hold of a rusty tool.
With the tool lifted the railings from below.
Dried grass and leaves lay settled there.
Pulled the coarse stuff from the hollow.
It gave a clearance without a snare.
Drying my hand with a tissue.
Wiping the water from the face
expecting no probable issue
pressed the remote in phases.
Slowly the jam got released.
The gate moved with hiccups.
I was immensely pleased
as the gate went through a lap up.
Writing a few lines of verse
writing a few verses in form
writing with a form of rhymes
writing rhymes with sound effect.
is a skill rare to be found.
Leaves grow from trees.
Trees come up from the soil
Soil picks up the minerals from depth
Making it a natural sequence.
Eliminating anything artificial.
Poetry is spontaneous.
Coming out in speed at the moment
Jumping out with force from the heart.
Correlating the events to the full
Enabling a read most pleasant.
Words emerge with ease.
Clothing the thoughts with grace.
The rhythm flows gently.
Adorning the tone with tunes lively.
Making it an experience most memorable.
It is a green valley.
Green grass shines all the way.
Green leaves glitter round the bay.
Green hedges have a lovely say.
Green signifies prosperity.
Greens deliver immunity.
Green indicates get ready.
Green triggers growth steady.
It is the lush green that brings cheer.
It s the lively green that drops dear.
It is the bottle green that attracts all near.
It is the leaf green that expresses nothing to fear.
So much so green greets all .
Green carries an enthusiastic call.
Green sets the tune of a crawl.
Green gives an impetus without a brawl..
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The garden was stocked with fallen leaves,
Gathering them up was a task in a fleece,
There was an uninterrupted fall from trees,
Leaves came down slowly after a gentle breeze.
Green and yellow leaves lay scattered without a cease,
Twigs small and big landed down in the crease,
They made the garden look like a messy freeze,
Inadvertently it seemed an entertainment set to please.
Cleaning up was a target beyond reach,
Finding a team was a difficult breach,
The work had to be done with a screech,
As there was no time to impeach.
Like the dry leaves thoughts crowd
The mind quivers in a desperate shroud,
Sprucing it up seems to be a task loud,
Resuming equanimity is like a falling cloud.
The imbalance strikes hard mercilessly,
Reviewing it generates apprehension enormously,
Yet gardens could be swept and cleaned spotlessly,
But the mind withholds the trials though not erroneously.
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