Meenas PoemsEvery day is beautiful
with a morn wonderful
the sun peeps out
shines throughout
a day with almost bright
sunny and straight
another day mostly dull
cloudy in full
the days roll on
everything passes on
the good and the bad
the events happy and sad
take place in a succession
the progression and recession
happen with no interruption
a continuous session
that dots life with a cheer
and punctuates it with a fear
that be the day for everyone
most assuredly a lovely one.
It is a dainty flower
lovely and tender
gay it looks
beside a brook
being very small
it looks not tall
catches the eye
crucially with a sigh
not one of heave
but of sieve
goes into the heart
strikes with a start
transcends into peace
joins together all pieces
of the mind and thought
to a totality found anew
Indeed! a genuine renew.
It is a land
looks very grand.
holds a happy band
with people in brand.
a joyful lucky lot
who never fought
always live together
work hard rather
a friendly clan
act with a plan
prosperous they are
they not go far
stay around the place
survive with a grace.
a rare sight as of now
an exceptional group
a charming troupe
It is a shield
a shelter on the field
a tree standing high
where the monkeys fly
by the means of hop and a swing
they do that without wings
a chatter and a clatter heard
as they break the boughs with a dread
the leaves fall in a scatter
the flowers come down little later
the berries drop one by one
the monkeys come down with fun
collect the berries with cheer
cross the road without fear
munch the flesh and throw the nuts
with a force as they fall into the guts
away they climb up the tree once again
that be for a profit and a gain.
I had an unexpected guest
who always put me to test
she would drench me with showers
if she is in a mood not terse.
The friend of mine came all so quick
could not believe her as she was up to trick
wondered what brought her here all of a sudden
she was always an entertainer never a burden.
I rushed towards her with happiness wrought in my face
took her by my hand and tried to embrace her with grace
she escaped from me and dodged playfully
delighted I stood gazing cheerfully.
She was with me for one and a half hour
she went through enlivening each flower
which blossomed as soon as she touched the petals
her entry brought mirth in total.
The friend of mine could be a friend of you too
she is a lovely person which is nothing but true
I begged her to come every day for an hour and half
as she is rain who acts for prosperity on behalf.
Up in the sky
I see a dove flying high
calm and sober in her try
She cruises up with no effort
She turns down all in a sudden
her white supple body is not a burden
she glides gracefully into the garden
straightens herself with a pose
She walks slowly down the aisle
makes no noise as she passes with a style
swerves her milky white body
perching herself on the tree
Her little ones nestle
close to her when she enters
she places them in a hole
as she wants to build a nest new.
The dove flies up and down
busy in her sojourn
She sets a perfect tone
as a mother in the fore
She embodies purity and love
a sign of peace is the dove
looks like an angel in the grove
moving about with poise 
I had a long conversation
on the telephone
it was very long
but not at all tiring
we kept periods
one listened to the other
never got in between
it was interesting
I spoke with my maturity
nothing very high and wise
but a reflection of experience
the other end talked in his style
very sweet and inimical
raised his voice as though in an exclamation
spoke low as if in confidence
the whole hour went on 
I well into my late fifties
and he very much a year and a half
great was the time
lovely it was still more.
A choice unique and exclusive
could be very very decisive
as it has elements inclusive
seeming very elusive
synchronizing to a beauty
adding a few adornments here
taking off a few extras there
giving a shape to the parts with care
decking them with lovely designs rare
coming with it all the fares
the manufacturing and freight fair
together make it a great share.
Eating the mango with salt
was our favourite dine
adding little chilly would halt
any one that passed fine.
Mangoes hanging with a glossy hue
thick green when not ripe
golden-yellow when fully ripe in true
tasting delicious with a juicy wipe.
From childhood mangoes held me in sway
The bitter taste enslaved the tongue
and never missed eating one each day.
Raw ones had a special status in the rung.
The yellow fruits shimmered like gold.
Peeling off the skin so light and tender
and cutting the lascivious fruit in slices bold.
slipping one after one into the mouth forced a surrender.
Raw or ripe mangoes have a grip
Old or young men become slaves.
The mangoes are no more cheap
The desire to eat mangoes 
would last for ever .
The soil is ever beautiful,
With sand colourful.
White is the colour of the beach sand.
Red forms the fertile sand.
Black takes up the alluvial sand.
Brown is attributed to river sand.
A large colourful hue is in the band.
Adding a ray of gold to the land.
Fixing a streak of silver to the land.
Enhancing the glow and the glitter of the land,
With fertility, fecundity and productivity all in a grand.
Oh! It is a lovely land!
Indeed it is an exciting land!
Meenas Poems 