Meenas PoemsThe prices are going steep
rising with a loud beep.
Knowing not how to sleep
Knowing not where to keep
We go into debt deep.
Basic necessities are to be bought.
Nothing could be avoided in thought.
Without them we cannot live in a sort
have to buy them however hot
otherwise we have to rot.
With the cost of living going high
as we have to survive
we are forced to buy
go through with a sigh
wand sign off with a nigh.
.
It is a half crescent.
It looks nascent.
It tends to be stringent.
It has a status regent.
It grows with pleasure.
It wanes in measure.
It succumbs to pressure.
In a lethargic leisure.
Indeed it is a covetous treasure.
Every fortnight it grows in size.
Every other fortnight it demurely lies.
Its expansion has a phenomenal rise.
Its contraction has defeated ties.
Irresistbly it has a fascinating prize.
It shines in the night.
Emitting a cool light.
Expressing no flight.
Empowering a rational plight.
Indeed it delivers a lovely sight.
Does it not exhibit an analogue?
Does it not record a dialogue?
Does it not appear as a prologue?
Does it not sound like an epilogue?
Curiously it is not in thetreasure, leisure, ressure, pleasure, sight, catalogue.
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