Meenas PoemsDid I call you?
Did I see you?
Did I touch you?
goes my thought
on variables and invariables
on reality and abstract
the sun shines in the morn
the stars twinkle in the night
the moon wanes and waxes
with the rains and floods
the wind blows mild and strong
Do they ask in such a way?
as I interrogate
Never will they do
as they are part of Nature
they are preoccupied
transcend and translate
the sense of life.
he wind blows with a sound
it is terrific in the round
hissing and wheezing it takes off
storming and roaring it progresses
whining and whimpering it ends
the wind then blows off.
The branches of trees swirl fast
the leaves fall down in a rustle
the place is strewn with twigs
comes down the rain in a drizzle
a welcome shower to drench with cheer.
The rain starts with a rhythmic chant
the tiny drops fall with a poise
followed by the big drops on the field
it picks up speed with an enchanting prowl
the lovely pour down appears fantastic.
The parched land seems to brighten
enlivened by the ripples of the rain
the tumultuous showers
enliven the soil
the fecundity is aroused with force
there all along are signs of prosperity
significant and symbolic of growth.
Nature is bounteous
in rain and shine
the feel is tremendous
with the experience fine.
The rain copious
signals a thrive excellent
also a disaster when surplus
in the form of flood unpleasant.
The sun ever so kind
bathes the land with light
also fixes it in a bind
when it rages ferociously in sight.
The power of Nature is such
with growth and dearth
on one side it releases a prosperity much
on the other 
it drains the earth
I had an unexpected guest
who always put me to test
she would drench me with showers
if she is in a mood not terse.
The friend of mine came all so quick
could not believe her as she was up to trick
wondered what brought her here all of a sudden
she was always an entertainer never a burden.
I rushed towards her with happiness wrought in my face
took her by my hand and tried to embrace her with grace
she escaped from me and dodged playfully
delighted I stood gazing cheerfully.
She was with me for one and a half hour
she went through enlivening each flower
which blossomed as soon as she touched the petals
her entry brought mirth in total.
The friend of mine could be a friend of you too
she is a lovely person which is nothing but true
I begged her to come every day for an hour and half
as she is rain who acts for prosperity on behalf.
The sky overcast
became dark and very moody
yet no rain.
With the rains not coming
with the heat not going
there remains a lull all over.
The rains used to fall copiously
minimising the temperature considerably
releasing a sense of happiness all over.
The rains perhaps want to relax
and the heat wanting to punish
there exists an unpleasant comfort.
The take easy nature of rains
and the penalising attitude of the sun
have evaporated the earth of its moisture.
The parched land looks ugly
the sad faces appear desolate
depicting an anguish and agony.
Nature does play truant
once in a few years
teaching a lesson to man.
Man languishes in mirth
and diminishes in melancholy
never once trying to change.
The rains came
with great sound and fury
pouring nothing else
.
The thunder was mild
seemed the sky was murmuring by itself
looked as though it was grumbling
going on for some time in a way soft
it gained momentum and started rocking
with a big blast and a noise
deafening the surrounding altogether
the rains got gathered in the clouds
and were preparing to fall as droplets
there arose a big voluminous sound
sonorous as it could be and frightening
giving a feel that the world has collapsed
with that the rains started to fall
with a force not known so far
coming down in torrence with a lash
drenching the area totally
making it marshy and slushy
unable to cross through
while the rain went on for days together
deluding the ground with great speed
and the land appeared like a boat
mired in the huge ocean
striking hard to reach the shore
but getting no way in the midst
apparently hard and incredible
as a wade through would pose a risk
Days and months would go along
just for clearing up the mess
and diffusing the stress
a patien
ce is the need of the hour
as far as the murmur that has gone beyond
ending up in a devastation and havoc great
With the tides rising up
and the wind blowing fiercely
the rains lash violently
with the thunder blaring out
and the 
lightening becoming so high
the land looked feeble
trembling like a sheep
unable to face the sudden outburst.
Day in and day out
go the years out
with the decided fall out
where men go out
searching for a living out and out
while children venture out
wanting to learn in and out
where the sun comes out
filling the world with light throughout
and naturally it goes out
plunging the world in darkness out and out
the rain failing in a time out
causing a famine and drought
with the wind blowing fiercely in a rage out
destroying the environment in a fall out
the fire with a fury breaks out
ranging across causing a rout
with that the day comes to an ending all stout
where nothing lies firm and decided in a knock out.
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