Meenas PoemsThe lovely voices from far away
calling at the same time in all gay
one from the northern hemisphere
another from the southern sphere
crying in joy and wishing great tidings
their voice being ebullient and enthusiastic
what a throw it had with vibrant feelings
hearing them talk I became ecstatic
How well does the children’s talk rejuvenate?
The day would pass with the same reverberation
that is how I pass my days with an injected celebration 
Up on the hillock,
up on the grassy lock,
up over a marshy block,
up at the strike of the clock,
amidst a happy flock,
there was a lovely slot.
A dainty entry from the hills,
with a sharp bill,
with a sapphire fill,
calling in a voice shrill,
made its way in a drill,
it was an enticing dance.
The colourful feathers spread grand,
opened up like a canopy on a land,
throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,
the dense feathers enchanted the band,
it appeared as an action of a magic wand,
It created a trance.
.
The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,
it greeted the pleasantries of south,
it solicited the charm of west,
it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,
exhibiting a marvellous feat,
it was a concert best.
Hopping it went ahead,
jumping it trotted back,
elaborating it moved right,
accelerating it speeded left,
displaying a nimble footed treat,
it held everyone in toes.
Crooning goes round the peahen
singing tunes of love in tens,
kindling the peacock to dance in sevens,
enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,
Good God! it was nothing but heavens,
it was a beautiful romance.
It is snowing in the west,
It is sun shine in the far east,
It is stormy in the top north,
It is scorching in down south.
Nature has its own way,
Hosting a gale in the bay,
Holding the Sun in a ray,
It has its own say.
Rains play a terrible havoc,
Initiating an incorrigible flow back,
Quakes shake the basic track,
Imposing a bloody severe crack.
Storms ravage high and near,
Implicating a casualty dear,
Floods wash up in a rear,
Involving a great fear.
Fire rises in a flaming red,
Installing a feeling dread,
Snow imposes a shred,
Indexing everyone to a fled.
Nature goes about thus,
With a lot of fuss,
Provoking a terrifying gush,
Then subduing to a quiet hush.
This had been so for long,
It looks nothing wrong,
It is where we belong,
Much so Nature is a lively song.
Meenas Poems 