Meenas PoemsIt is a tussle
would soon fizzle
viewed as a hassle
thought to be a riddle
would end up if bridled
for a while with the fiddle
play a soft note in detail
forget the fight and the entrail
go to sleep in peaceful style
an end to the fight in all.
The interim period
the interval instead
the gap in a simple tone
all come in between the shown
that be in the middle
of good and bad 
in a riddle
the proclaimed profit and los
the prescribed change in toss
in the time of political shuffle
be there for a certain time in the ruffle
go ahead with a force straight
then slow down a little in fight
pick up momentum in strike
finally in a sway with a like
that is the reason sure
for a break and a push in lever
for a flight and a drawl in an assure.
The garden abounds with fresh vegetables,
Ripe tomatoes sweep the pathway ,
Green chillies hang midway,
Eggplants bloom in purple along the causeway,
Leafy cabbages represent a royalty all the way.
Rains fall in a heavy downpour,
Flooding the garden in an uninterrupted sway,
The lovely vegetables get soaked in a desolate gay,
The earth looks like a marshy tray
Snails big and small move about in the way.
They go about in a pace so slow ,
Coiling and recoiling in a manner so graphic,
Drawing into their hard shells seem so specific,
Over a period they multiply in numeric,
The garden encounters a danger symbolic.
The water recedes gradually ,
The soil happens to look like a slushy muddle,
The vegetables lie rotten in the muddle,
The snails track down the puddle,
The garden appears like an unsolved riddle.
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