Meenas PoemsA tinge of jealousy
could not be so
it is envy found enormously
could be the foe.
He breathes with a sigh
could be a cause of inability
he smells an odour high
the stuff of developed animosity.
Why be it so? I wonder
being a man of high net worth
poses as if he lives in splendor
why this unnecessary feel of dearth?
Not able to explain his attitude
I being a target of his jaundiced eye
keep away from his latitude
vowed to talk nothing of him
as he is not worth a pie.
The flavour in the pie
the smell that emanates
greatly igniting the wish
wanting to savour it in deviates
tasting it bit by bit
let not in one go
well as it lies there closely knit
devoured by many in a flow
the aroma keeps my nostrils panting
while my taste buds flip-flop
I stand in the queue wanting
seeing the layer in top
being swapped in gently
entering smoothly into the throat
it being a dish of dainty
that would melt in the mouth as a float
Oh! the dish is making me ravenous
as waiting increases the appetite even more.
Eating a pie
with a shy
saw a child
looking very mild
with smile in her eyes
looking very nice
a darling in the make
now eating a cake
but having a future bright
as seen in the her face right
face being the index of the mind
well, certainly she is a great find.
Eating the cream
and leaving the pie
has been his habit
gulps every delicacy
as soon as it is laid
quickly and avariciously
This culture has been inbred
and he has inherited it
from his ancestors perhaps
I know not from whom
or is it his quality private
as the years have made him old .
lest, what a fool
am I to think like that
as he is a find
from the lower
coming from a family
which has money
but no culture
and added to that
ha has no basic education
to amend and go through
life in fashion. 
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