Meenas PoemsSchool days bring refreshing memory,
Of which ,I am going to tell a story,
Those days were full of fun and frolic,
We were always up t o rollick,
Mischiefs and pranks were our way,
Leading to a chaotic sway,
We were a group of bugbear,
Inflicting a harmless tear,
Our teachers were unaware,
As we remained a feigned scare,
As every story has to end,
We were caught red hand,
Lest our teachers fury caused,
A curse “Get lost”.
The world is at your demand.
The details you notice are scanned
The communion you arrive is spanned
The interaction you create is fanned
The news you share is firsthand
The messaging you do is planned,
The benefit you derive is grand,
All these you perform by hand,
In your smart mobile phone brand.
Where am I? my mind quizzes
I am here,
I am there.
But I feel ,I am nowhere.
.
Why do I feel so ? my heart queries.
I do not know,
Yet I know,
I am in an insecure thoroughfare.
Why is it so ?my tired body questions,
I never realise,
Yet ,I understand,
I am in a state of despondency.
Do not shrug ,cajoles my intuition,
Not only you,
But all of you,
Feel the same coherence year after year.
The early morn broke out,
Yes ,today it blasted loud,
The serenity got deterred
Finally the sleep got 
frittered.
The music was bellowing,
There exposed a spell of yawning,
The mike was screaming,
Which provoked a sudden startling,
The lovely morning peace,
was shattered into piece.
The noise became unbearable,
The ears lost their decibel
The whole day ended spoilt,
The night opened out to a fault.
Walking across a field,
Over a sumptuous yield,
Caught a glimpse trance,
Of that of a peacock dance.
Each step is a measured form,
Each move is a lovely charm,
Each stroke is a graceful fray,
Each gait is an attractive play.
The soft feathers beautifully spread,
In cadence to the rhythmic tread,
The blue dainty neck pouts
To the delicate shouts.
The twinkling eyes express pride,
The soft feathers pose a hide,
The swift trot lets out a vibrance,
The quick hop extols a vagrance.
There ,in the dance, occurs an enlightenment,
There ,in the prance ,emphasises an excitement,
There ,in the ballet, underlies an exhilaration,
There ,in the fine art , envisages a sublimation.
Ah!It was a heaving sigh,
Nay ,now it is a pleasing cry,
Eh!It was a distant call,
No , now it is a claim tall,
Oh!It was a saying old,
Nay , presently it is a trial gold,
Lo!It was a dream past,
No , exactly it is an event cast,
So ,it was an issue great,
Nay , not , it is a crisis late,
Though ,it was a gossip fine,
Nay , apparently it is a reality twine,
Hey !it was a thought deep.
Nay , surely it is an idea steep,
Alas!It seems so long ago,
Right, well ,it is now a promising go.
This wonderful procedure,
Is a possible out growth of nature,
Resolutely found in all creature,
Formidably a dominant feature,
Which holds every one’s rapture,
Which begets an impressive signature,
Which evolves a beautiful scripture,
Thus projecting an excellent teacher.
A big stout black 
white cow,
Grazes on a lush green meadow,
Beneath a shady brown bough,
Lazily munches the shrub yellow.
A virtuous colourful glow
Bestowed with a dazzling milky white flow,
That nourishes many a fellow,
By Supplementing a buttery glow,
And Complementing a cheesy show,
Endowed with a nectar aglow.
Moves across the pastures slow,
Loiters along the hedges low,
Gracefully mumbling a mow,
Demurely walks to the shed in a row,
Gleefully expecting gains no.
A rare entity to find now,
An innocence hard to sow,
A sublimity ever to grow,
A celestial being on toe,
That is all I know
A ranging velocity seems to takes over
A driving veracity seems to rule over,
A striking identity seems to shadow over.
While a terrifying hurricane blows over
A muddy transmission flows above,
A chaotic transfusion flies above,
A dizzy infusion scatters above,
While a horrible storm dashes above.
A cloudy thicket floats across,
A solid envelop stands across,
A sordid terror stays across,
While a whirlwind moves across.
The huge destruction is unnerving,
The enormous devastation is disarming,
The significant frustration is frightening,
When the mad typhoon is ravaging
That which stays back,
That which ensues lack,
That which collects stack,
That which regains crack,
That which traces track,
That which registers quack,
That which encourages slack,
That which exhibits black,
That which induces hack,
That which purports attack.,
Are preamble to deadly plagues
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