Meenas PoemsThe thunder is in full swing
the rain has taken its wings
the tumult is not a fear anymore
being a pleasure all the more
the breeze blows gently
moist laden in plenty
a beautiful experience
after a day of a penance
one of unbearable heat
enough to beat
even a strong lad
it seemed very bad
as of now the rains
pour in a voluminous strain
blessed be the people around
cheer being seen in the surround.
The coconuts at home
plucked from the palms at home
small and big in size
look like an entice
the green husk around
the twigs surround
fall they in a bulk
three or five in a sulk
the man atop the palm
climbs with ease and calm
knows the ones full of content
knocks them down with an intent
they fall making a noise
the tender ones of choice
brought down carefully
lest the water would flow awfully
the man chops the dry fronds
as they keep themselves in a bond
it is two in one all the way
coconuts and clearing the density in ways
nice to see the coconut harvest
I would do so every time with zest.
The drizzle all through the day
sent a sensation so lovely and gay
wanted to reach out to the fray
restrained the wish in a way
still overwhelmed to play
ran out to enjoy the rays
the rain drops fell on the face
went past me without a trace
yet could feel the dainty lace
so good was it in the brace.
Didactic, preachy,
laborious, round about
comes the accusation
not in this platform 
but elsewhere
with reference to my poems
telling a simple thing
with lot of gerunds
and in a round about way
add to the complaint
looking at them felt worried
then brushed aside the criticism
as I feel I write out of passion
write for my satisfaction
not for money or fame
if round about be not to their appeal
let it be so as I continue to write
I am happy for whatever it is
let that be the end.
Singing is a pleasure
it is being a treasure
with the voice golden
and the expression not frozen
with melody ringing
along with constant humming
with words so clear and musical
accompanied by background orchestra typical
the exaltation it tenders is exuberant
with the liveliness extremely significant.
Rains poured all day.
It poured all night.
The day rains were friendly
going with the city
disrupting none
disturbing none .
The night rainfall was competitive
coming down in force
not very terrible
but very minimal.
The rains turned a delight
helping man all out
making nature look beautiful
refreshed and glowing
.
Seeing a blue bird in the morning
got thrilled more and more
as its colour was something unique
It was a variety of blue
not able to say exactly true
but a shine and a gleam thereto
that made one look through and through.
The blue bird sat on a bush
thick,fluffy and green all over not to rush
a pale green that had a cluster of dew drops
glittering like silver in the dawn as backdrop
marked by orange rays restoring and revitalising
The morn gave me a great experience rejuvenating
being colourful and lovely, picturesque and grand
If I had known painting I would have drawn
the most lovable scene on canvas 
qualifying for a wonderful reward.
The thrust in man to commit
is both acceptable and unacceptable.
The urge to do things
for the good of society
for the welfare of the community
come under the acceptable.
The drive to secure by greed
that go to get into the big
resorting to hoarding and amassing wealth
by unlawful means and discreet manipulations
resorting to illegal practices
gets an unacceptable quote.
Above all and above everything
the advances toward physical pleasures
the illicit contacts and the unlikely
attacks on the opposite sex
The polygamy and the rape give a notorious illustration
and this animal pleasure reflects on the individual
as a non formidable deviation resting on the excessive aggravation
linked to the progeny in the growth and style of the lineage.
The gruesome approach and the powerful plunge
destroys the mind and body all the same
revealing a dire, distasteful quality in the genes
inherent in the individual and expressed mostly in the teens
getting develo
ped in the years into a lust keen.
These call for a condemnation and a rounding up
providing a warning to the wrong doers in a crucial go.
As I know
round is beautiful as known
denoting a pleasure.
Well, round is
symbol of happiness and joy
a gleeful exuberance
Writing is for pleasure .
Writing is to be cherished as a treasure.
Writing brings about undue pressure.
Writing is an activity of leisure
Writing is a quality to ensure.
Meenas Poems 