Meenas PoemsConnive and conspire to begin
Hoard and usurp to trade in,
Conceal and hide to spin.
Cheat and beguile to sin.
It is a win unholy.
It casts a dark shadow wholly.
It creates a status lowly.
It thwarts peace thoroughly.
It is a performance otherwise.
It shows the mode to earn in size.
It leads to a schedule of vice.
It claims a stream of desolate cries.
Lovely colours aren’t they?
They make us gay ,
All through the day,
I have lot more to say.
Pink is the lovely rose,
Pink are the chubby cheeks,
Pink are the cotton candies,
Oh!There are pink diamonds too.
White diamonds dazzle,
Yellow ones sparkle,
Pink extends a twinkle,
All from the carbon carbuncle.
Pink diamond is a gorgeous treat,
Found in the mines of Argyle,
A gem rare with a charm upbeat,
Oh!It is fabulously expensive .
Yellow and White diamonds are a costly call,
Eluding the grasp of all,
Pink ones remains a coveted tall,
Appropriate to the monarchy’s haul.
Delight of seeing induces a pleasure,
Desire to hold incites a longing,
Indeed it is a valid value,
No matter how small you might be.
Possession of those might make you beam,
Owning those is a precious dream,
Mostly those might pass on to the cream,
Few of those could make your ring finger gleam.
Pink diamonds turn you pink,
Prices rule out an angry pink,
Lustre spells out a blushing pink,
An owning foretells a futuristic pink.
Well,the story of diamonds is interesting,
Black cinders after million of years inputting,
Validate as precious gems scintillating,
Oh! it is a tale of lowly forcing a pop out struggling.
It was a harsh rub,
A brush on the wrong side,
A bruise to the heart,
A hurt to the ego,
Killing to the core quoth she.
It was a rough trial,
An attempt to deface,
A conspiracy to efface,
A bash on the face,
Humiliating to the essence quoth s
he.
Well,it is their nature,
Made of such stuff abrasive,
Ever ready to be incisive,
Always intending to be reprehensive,
Assaulting to the depth,said I
It is an affectation very likely,
Presenting a broad smile outward,
It is fever and fret inward,
Casting a distraught onward,
Directing an onslaught absolute,said I.
Well it is their way of doing,
Beat them with a wordy sway,
Slash them back as you may,
Retort and rebuff at a bay,
Shrug them off with repulsive strain,said I
Born out of a wedlock prime,
The mother stern and sincere,
The father wise and revered,
You a child of meritorious steer,
March ahead ignoring their lowly deride,said I
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