Meenas PoemsFive puppies lie on the lane
little ones sweet and cute
newborn with eyes yet to open
they lie under a tree.
The mother hovers around
careful of not letting anyone near
the little ones squeal and whimper
while the mother walks around.
One little pup
alert and on the move
tries to cross the road
a fast moving car
runs over it in a second.
The puppy drops down dead
blood splashed all over
the mother wails and bemoans
reminding of birth and death at once.
A child is a pleasure
she is a treasure
a gift truly precious
has a smile infectious.
The smell of the newborn
when held tightly with a fawn
goes into the nostrils with a sign
it could be an enchanting bind.
The little eyes so pure and glossy
away from the worldly flossy
show an innocence in a radiance
beautifully lights up in no preference.
The bundle of joy nicely wrapped
lies between the straps
cuddled up in a feathery quilt
smiles now and then without guilt.
Nothing else could be more pleasant
the child out beats the rose and Crescent
a doll with life and enticing face
displays a toothless smile with grace
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