Meenas PoemsIt cannot be termed new
these are there for years few
it is not a bolt from the blue
it comes and goes like the dew
a few months here I knew
other days away I knew
this alibi is there for in lieu
of my original which flew
I have every cause to rue
think of the comforts I enjoyed now overdue
recently going through an ordeal true
a bit of the sample taken as a 
cue
makes me awry and robs my hue
I hover for what I am not sure
perhaps a wait for the pass unsure.
A day with lovely events has to pass,
As it gets dark,
The light sinks,
Night descends.
The day passes.
A year with turbulence will pass,
As it sees outbreaks,
Of riots and diseases,
Political feuds and economic recession,
The year passes.
A generation of people would pass,.
After experiencing hardships,
In personal and career,
In finance and life,
The generation passes.
Everything which has life has to pass,
It is an evolution,
It is a regeneration,
It is wisdom,
To allow all things to pass.
A civilisation has passed,,
After encountering ups and downs,
Through invasion and attacks,
Through years and centuries,
The civilization passes.
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