Meenas PoemsTry hard you would succeed
it is true in a way indeed
hard is relative in a sense
so how to calculate hence
a little hard or harder
please tell me in order
I could try that much
find success as such
do not laugh at me
if you do I would flee
let me know the percentage
I could stop at the vantage
would you share with me the secret?
I would attempt doing rather frequent
mainly, I want to succeed
Is it not great? in a deed.
An error in the balance
a missing dime in the cash
causes a tremor in relevance
leads to a tussle in a rash
wonder, what for this anger?
for a dime, for a dime
I smile wryly and murmur
true the dime becomes a billion
it is all in the perception
March is spring
a release from snow falls
the birds sing.
I went up the hill
puffing with heavy breath
you know usually the up hill
usurps your breath
so staggering I reached the top
waved to those coming behind
Lo! all were on the top
none of them behind
The posterity in itself realises beauty
the faces of your children bewitch you
their movements be it gentle or naughty
keep you in heavenly bliss.
Wealth is not the only one you save
it is one of the many perhaps
the good you do would stay in the wave
being the most remarkable deed.
The malice you express in your days
very much exposed in your maladies
would remain unseen throughout the days
it is the most ruthless endowment.
The preservation of your progeny as it looks
lies not in your deceit and contempt
as found in the pages of your book
they rely on your nobility.
Live with a magnanimity all through
never indulge in untoward acts
it is the munificence that you share through
would make your offsprings to glow.
A day begins with a shine
ends up in nine
sees a lot of turmoil
culminates in a coil
the expectations of the day
springs up in a way
as the day progresses in a velocity
the enthusiasm turns a curiosity
Would it be possible? One contemplates
nay, it only exists in a template
some say it is an effort all diligent
I say it is is an attitude reticent.
Yes, the day shines and fades
so do the aspirations rise and recede
;
The day and night
come and go
the rivers flow
that be a sight.
The day and night
come and go
the mountains withstand the blow
that be a blight.
The day and night
come and go
the sun shines with a glow
that be a bright.
The day and night
come and go
the moon comes up slow
that be a flight.
The day and night
come and go
the fire burns a little low
that be a fight.
The day and night
come and go
the men move in a row
that be tight.
The day and night
come and go
they halt for none in a know
that be their height.
He is a man
the most unwanted
he is still a man
the most despised
yet he is a man
the most characterless
he is a not a mere man
the most undesirable
he is a the most condemned man
one who breaks every law
he is the roguish man
the most disastrous
he shows himself up as a man
everywhere unashamed 
I am a woman
proud of being one
as one who could extend
the span of humanity
one who could beget and bring
the offsprings of hers to the community
not stop with the evolution
take care in the distribution
the child being a produce
could be not a deduce
of mechanical or agricultural merely
a being full of life and energy
a perspective far too grand
yet it prevails with a brand
the mankind as it is known in general
possesses tremendous potential
hone those into powerful skills
require a capacity power packed still
each woman is endowed with this frill
well, how to mould the produce is of interest?
depends on each woman’s ability put to a test
Am I not rightful in being proud?
I have given to society a little not in terms loud.
It could be a small issue
the way you take it matters
never go in for a reissue
as it would lead to a shatter
forget it with a magnanimity
wound and hurts remain for a time
dig and pull add to the gravity
never do those at any time
if unable to endure
move away for a while
that could 
cure
all maladies in style
try this recipe once
you will win hence
that be your own reward
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