Meenas PoemsThe shrill tweet of a bird
seemed to be strange
as I have not heard
any sound in that range.
It was in a high note
very sharp and long
came in a tumultuous float
nothing like a song.
I could not decipher
what bird it could be?
I was not able to infer
the bird flew away in glee.
The cries shrill
came from a steep hill
enough to kill
She was brooding over the happenings.
She was recollecting the trappings.
Her memory took her long back.
Reminding her of the days in a track.
Once she was a golden girl.
She moved along with lovely frills.
She hummed in musical shrill.
Everyone danced to her drills.
She grew up to become a lovely lady fair
She commanded respect in all the flair.
Gliding through the tracks in a rare,
she evoked a shining glare.
The curtains are falling down.
Her demeanour has become a frown.
Her appearance has lost its glamour.
She withdraws herself into her chamber.
She has to come out of her past.
Eventually accept the present.
Go about with the tide in glory.
That is how we have to end the story.
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