Meenas PoemsNarrow roads cross,
Small lanes overlap,
Dead ends collide.
Cars move on,
Carts go on,
Autos jump on,
Buses drive on,
Lorries hold on.
Men walk stately,
Cattle loiter royally,
Vendors sell merrily,
Hawkers cry loudly,
Police overlook steadily,
Trespassers overwhelm boldly,
Loud speakers blare noisily,
Divine chants emanate soberly,
Chaos in excellent preserve,
Noise in wonderful reserve,
Happiness in fabulous deserve,
Do you like my city?
The tides rise up,
The water splashes,
The bubbles shoot up,
The pebble tosses,
The fish rise up,
The whale crosses,
The frogs leap up,
The sea animal dashes,
The mammals spur up,
The octopus smashes,
Everything mounts up,
To go back to the sea.
Living in an island,
Blue ocean shining,
Tidal waves rattling,
Little fish tossing,
A sullen solitude.
Living on a hill,
Dense forest amazing,
Huge trees sheltering,
Cute birds twittering,
Serene solitude.
Living in a village,
Small rivulets flowing,
Simple houses rowing,
Modest folks gossiping,
Distinct solitude.
Living in a city,
Polluted rivers meandering,
Guady dwellings sequencing,
Snobbish talking,
Ghastly solitude.
Do you hear me?
I had a misbite ,
The pain terrible,
A spasmodic miss.
Do you hear me?
I had a misstep,
The fall horrible,
An aching miss.
Do you hear me?
I had a misbeat,
The heartache intolerable,
A sporadic miss.
Do you hear me?
I had a mishap,
The hurt unimaginable,
An accidental miss.
Do you hear me?
I had misspelt,
The throb indefinable,
A chastening miss.
Do you hear me ?
I had a mislead,
The agony immeasurable,
A distressing miss.
Do you hear me?
I had a misguide,
A torture unpredictable,
A grievous miss.
Do you hear me?
I had a mistrial,
A setback improbable,
A retributive miss.
Do you hear me?
I had a misfortune,
A sadness undesirable,
A woeful miss.
Do you hear me?
I am a mistake,
I am a misfit,
I am a mismatch,
An erroneous miss.
I know a dame,
Who lives near,
Who thinks ahead,
Who hates none
Who loves all,
with motherly graciousness,
I saw a dame,
Who is kind,
Who is impartial
Who is strong
Who cares
With motherly graciousness.
I heard about a dame,
Who is compassionate,
Who is considerate,
Who is ebullient,
Who embraces,
With motherly graciousness.
I talk about a dame,
Who is an embodiment of goodness,
Who is a symbol of patience,
Who is an icon of poise,
Who deliberates
with motherly graciousness.
I admire the dame,
Who is simple,
Who is beautiful,
Who is amiable,
Who smothers ,
With motherly graciousness.
The dame is so close
The dame is so fearless,,
The dame is so doting
The dame is none other
She is everyone’s Mom
Extending graciousness.
How to become rich?
Do not work,
Do not invest,
Do not build,
Do not think,
Riches come to you.
How to become rich?
Do cheat,
Do manipulate,
Do illegality,
Do deceive,
Riches will come to you.
How to become rich?
Do not earn,
Do print,
Do not toil,
Do deprive,
Riches will come to you.
How to become rich?
Do squander
Do not save,
Do plunder,
Do no justice,
Riches will come to you.
How to become rich?
Do all fraud you can,
Do as much scandal as you can,
Do all counterfeiting you can,
Do as much scheming you can
Riches will rush to you.
Floods in North,
Drought in South,
Quakes in East,
Tsunami in West,
Nature unpredictable.
Plenty in few areas
Inadequate in many arenas,
Sound in certain spheres,
Empty in most sectors,
Nature incomprehensible.
Gigantic in stature,
Dwarf in structure,
Enormous in means,
Minute in details,
Nature improbable.
Old live long,
Young die soon,
Trees withstand,
Saplings succumb,
Nature Undesirable.
Honesty in distress,
Dupes in excess,
Righteous in harm,
Fraud in charm.
Nature unreliable.
Peace is unseen,
Riot is prevalent,
Wisdom is rejected,
Folly is accepted,
Nature indifferent.
Vagaries in climate,
Vagaries in riches,
Vagaries in form,
Vagaries in behaviour,
Vagaries in abstraction.
Vagaries line up.
Gazing at the sky,
Little stars twinkling,
Blue clouds passing,
A wonderful sight.
Gazing at the Television,
Cine stars rowing,
Red alerts flashing,
A dubious sight,
Gazing at the computer,
Message stars blinking,
colourless virus hacking,
A tedious sight.
,
A ravishing beauty,
A golden yellow,
A sparkling star,
Gold is up above.
An enriching bounty,
A tempting hue,
A twinkling ray,
Gold is up above.
An enticing treasure,
A rapturous colour,
A glittering spark,
Gold is up above.
An enduring charm,
A metallic amber,
A shining flash
Gold is up above.
An aging grace,
An ancient cherish,
A fortifying vision,
Gold is up above.
A scintillating glamour,
A lucrative revenue
A screaming rise,
Gold is up above.
An exhilarating gloss
A resolute gain,
A guarded elegance,
Gold is up above.
Steep over the hills,
Lofty over the clouds,
Soaring over the sky,
Gold clambers up
Who is immortal?
Man or animal,
Plant or tree,
Bush or thorn,
None at all.
Which is immortal?
Hill or mountain,
Brook or pond,
River or ocean,
None at all.
What is immortal?
Palace or hut,
Plane or cart,
Beauty or ugly,
None at all.
I am immortal,
I am safe,
I am ageless,
I am a terror,
True,Death does not die.
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