Meenas PoemsIt is fun to see those
who talk about crores
nothing they have done
not even for the sake of fun
but talk to the hearts 
content
lengthening it to an extent
about their achievements
amidst great impediments
when they did not perform
how could there be obstacles in any form
they go on and on rambling incessantly
hard to turn the ears to the incoherency.
A half-baked nonsese crosses the geniality.
It evolves from a deformed mentality.
It is an outcome of a feverish jealousy.
It reflects a temperament of itching rancour.
The eyes rave on sites flawless.
They shoot a glare ruthless.
The eyes emit venom and evil.
The looks show a shocking caustic fervour.
The tongue being a boneless organ wags as it wishes.
It spurts drastic remarks in a velocity none misses.
The tongue speaks corrosive words in full blast.
Creating an unpleasant distaste inducing a shiver.
Such ill-conceived rattling fill the air.
Reinforcing mauled designs unworthy to bear.
Yet such talks pour out of minds destitute.
That are impregnate with sadism as of ever.
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