Meenas Poems
It was a wait, very long wait.
It was an expectation, much expected.
It was a desire, most wished.
It was a thought, serious thought.
It was a solution, well solved.
It was a decision, carefully decided.
It was an inclusion, stealthily included.
It was a belief, strongly believed.
Well it was everything that comprised all things.
Wading through the rubbish plastic.
Skipping over the garbage drastic.
Sneezing frequently over the smell caustic.
Negotiating round the corner as a rustic.
Reached the destination in a manner stoic.
It was a feverish talk.
It depicted a mental block.
The anger was beyond the stock.
The expressions were hideously cocked.
It went on and on for hours through the clock.
It was hard to listen to the verbal shout.
It was sheer agony to hear the slanderous sort.
Impatience triggered a mental beset.
Caution took the bestof times as to not to be caught.
There was a struggle in between the slot.
The annoyance was a result of an unhealthy clot.
The swearing and cursing were unbearable.
The sobbing and whimpering were intolerable.
The incessant calling was really a strain incorrigible.
An intention to bang the telephone became irresistible.
Well it was a frightful exercise all throughout the day’s table.
It is a sight to see the clouds gather.
They seem to dash against each other.
They attempt to pass over one another.
They are dark and bright all over.
The black clouds appear to jump over.
The bright ones seem to hover.
The dark clouds look full with moisture.
The bright clouds appear like fluffy flakes all over.
The moisture laden clouds try to fall as a shower.
The snow clouds instigate a stoppage as ever.
Which would triumph in the race as forever?
If the black one wins it is a boon to all whatsoever.
As it ushers copious rain and prosperity more so ever.
It is easy to blame others.
It is easier to find fault.
It is easiest for all to run away .
It is difficult to complete a task.
It is far more difficult to accomplish it with dignity.
It is most difficult for everyone to praise the genuine.
It is easy to point the finger.
It is easier to mock.
It is easiest to grab the honour finally.
It is difficult to negotiate .
It is more difficult to resolve.
It is most difficult for all to approve the diligent.
Well that is how the world looks at things.
Well that is what each one is made off.
Well the earnest goes unhonored and unrecognised.
The soil is ever beautiful,
With sand colourful.
White is the colour of the beach sand.
Red forms the fertile sand.
Black takes up the alluvial sand.
Brown is attributed to river sand.
A large colourful hue is in the band.
Adding a ray of gold to the land.
Fixing a streak of silver to the land.
Enhancing the glow and the glitter of the land,
With fertility, fecundity and productivity all in a grand.
Oh! It is a lovely land!
Indeed it is an exciting land!
Cohesive thoughts are interesting.
Ideas that bring out a change are fascinating.
Inventions that assure a turn are appealing.
Strategies that usher a progress are demanding.
Improvements that lift up the society are delighting.
An involvement that renders an arising is appeasing.
An insight that predicts a jump is alluring.
An initiative that brings a development is assuring.
To focus on the goals of life is a targeting.
To aim high is a symptomatic entrusting.
To aspire for the best is gratifying.
Anyhow singing this song is most enlivening.
It is a likelihood of terms.
It is a livelihood of means.
It is that which protract.
It is a pronouncement of authority.
It is a reference to dignity.
It is that which reacts.
It is a scene of distraction.
It is a sequence of deviation.
It is that which distributes.
It is a cause for anxiety.
It is a wait for result.
It is that which attributes .
It is a general outlook.
It is a genial approach.
It is that which occupies.
It is a classic example.
It is a wonderful picture.
It is that which presents.
It is a lovely grace.
It is a fine poise.
It is that which creates.
It is an apparition.
It is a distinction.
It is that which endears.
Well it is a synthesis.
Well it is a symphony.
Well it is that which enlightens.
So goes on the thoughts.
So runs the descriptions.
So spreads the vision.
Light up a needy child.
Brighten up the handicapped.
Take care of the aged.
A motivation that has to be elicited.
A motto that has to be adopted.
A memorandum that has to be understood.
It might sound like a teaching.
It might echo a preaching.
In reality it is a searching.
Long back Kings invaded and killed many.
A little long ago nations invaded and killed thousands.
Day before Tarantulas invaded Assam town and killed two.
Royalty killed out of enmity.
Nations killed because of greed.
Why do spiders kill?
It was in France.
I saw a dance.
It depicted a romance.
It was a delightful stance.
It was a sprightly advance.
It instigated a trance.
The episodes were enhancing.
The movements were scintillating.
The music was capturing.
The presentation was engulfing.
On the whole it was vivaciously charming.
Round and round the danseuse moved in a whirl.
Round and round the music filled in a swirl.
Round and round the expressions gathered in a curl.
Round and round the scenes changed in a furl.
Round and round the drummers beat in a hurl.
It was a recital very engaging.
It was a concert very enlivening.
It was an experience absolutely enthralling.
It released a significant nostalgic feeling.
On the whole it was overwhelmingly amazing.
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