Meenas PoemsThe sense of belong
comes naturally
anything compulsive is wrong
as it an artificiality.
The belong is a feature
inborn and in depth
it is never a caricature
with length and breadth.
The thought of belonging
brings a proximity
evolving a choice grouping
never attempting 
an ambiguity.
The attachments are warm
portray a bond strong
elicit a kinship in form
that be the essence of belong
Had been to a mountain
which had a fountain
that worked with colourful water
being not an artificial charter
being a natural delight
with no dealing slight
luxurious and wonderful
impressing the spectator to the full
set amidst the surroundings magnificent
with dense trees and verdant relevance
the fountain gushed out merrily
seemingly singing out a lyric cheerfully
an exuberance to be experienced
not easy to be expressed.
Sitting idly for some time
pretty nothing to do
gazing at the sky
without any focus
came to see a cluster
might be stars
moving together
slowly and steadily
seemed to be
like a an illumination
natural and delightful
not affecting the eyes
but lending a natural splendour
magnificent and marvellous.
The weather remains pleasant
with a slight drizzle and a breeze
The chilliness is refreshing
while the body gets rejuvenated
the mind cheers up shedding its toil.
However much the artificial works out
the natural excels in its power
as much the electrical equipments
throw a pleasant feel
there arises an uneasy steal
which robs the freshness
inducing an allergic reaction
if not properly maintained through.
Nothing is best as nature
how much we try to cope up with her
we lose the grounds very swiftly
and be there as her secondary 
.
Nature is natural
with fresh lakes and hills
expressive of nature.
Naturally it is
lovely and delightful to view.
eloquent in nature.
Nature naturally calls
birds, animals and man for
relaxation in nature.
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 was a search.
Beyond the torch.
It was a start.
Far away in a sort.
It looked ahead.
Away from the tread.
Mind you it is near.
And it is very dear.
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