Meenas PoemsCould Gods be different?
Could they be good or bad at the affront.
Hearing such conversations keep me away.
Gods do good to all in a sway
Bad Gods might represent evil
and Gods here might refer to devils.
Praying to such Gods is ill.
They carry destructions still.
This being the belief of the one
who seeks aid from the demon.
To destroy his enemies
and annihilate their offsprings.
Such people do exist
with aims to desist.
They do prosper
gaining wealth improper.
Singing in tune.
dancing to steps.
speaking with eloquence.
writing with passion
She excelled in all
clinching the roll of honour
getting the highest rank
calling it not more
calling it not less
she crossed over
and passed over
with ease
and with fun.
There they grow in abundance.
There they appear tremendous .
They create a significance
They design a scene harmonious.
While they play a symphony of preference.
Singing with melody.
Dancing with rhythm.
The scenario looks grandiloquent.
The flower is in full bloom
dispelling all gloom
giving way to a room
where nothing looms
everything zooms
into
a delightful boom
Having done a lot.
Not waiting for any slot
But turned away in a shot.
Made her red
hot.
She felt cheated.
Got almost heated.
The way she was treated.
was indeed ungreeted.
Getting wild for everything.
Getting disturbed for everything.
Is nothing but a feverish mind 
in the offing.
Nice to look at a flower dangling.
Nice to look at a fruit hanging.
Nice to look at the tree standing.
Nice to look at everything pleasing.
Praying most time
he forgot about the time
deceived by time.
Doing all crimes
he forgot about the time
he deceived time.
With a great thought
and with ideas well taught
started on a project
focusing on a lively target.
The target being a tribe
who lived in a hide
away from the world
knowing nothing about word.
Tried to teach them words
making them identify the birds
which they shoot often
perhaps striking them in ten.
Made them write the name of the weapons
which they deftly used in defence.
They did write with great interest
This being the way to kindle them from rest.
Then took the theme of food in a step
They ate them raw without any prep.
Showed them how to cook in simple terms
Gave them an introductory lesson in tone firm.
Had interactions great and small with them
Getting them accustomed to learning without a tremble
Gradually they learnt to read and write
that being an accomplishment 
very bright,
With a knock here and a knock there
the door opens ajar.
The doors are made of best teak
with all brass latches and hinges
Yet they do not satisfy the norms feels he.
A kind of acceptance is my strength.
Seeing the best and ignoring the worst
has been my attitude for a period long.
Well that had and has helped me in the prolong
making things dull look bright.
it is in the vision and the seeing ability
that goes on in the making with relevance.
With that resignation I accept things in life
and clinch the deals in my ventures.
They being not voluminous but of fine quality.
People may call me an ignorant imbecile.
as I had let go all the pretty things due to me
I did so with a smile while my heart bled.
Conquering the heart I came out with a victory
deciding not to think of the bygones.
So with the title of an ignorant fool
I go about in this world of shrewd
as a person who knows nothing
as an entity who could be easily cheated.
If that be my fate I raise no objection.
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