Meenas Poemsit is a ride
going off the tide
well into the side
not under a hide.
it is a slide
very much like a glide
nothing in the allied
well into the belied.
It is an abide
not in the aside
but being fired
that too from the
It has died
having been tried
turning dried
nothing beside.
There stands a house
lonely on the road
with a sprawling garden
and a lively orcha
rd
all set in a greenery
exhibiting a tone od prosperity
with a swing in the front
and a slide in the back
where children throng
going in a move full of joy
climbing up and down
enjoying a great thrill
the house looks majestic
with an authoritative command
along with the choicest demand
a magnificence all very lovely
presenting an amazing look
that be the house I cherish
I like to have and live
as it delivers peace and harmony
altogether in a stroke
that be a wish long in my mind
hoping to get it fulfilled in time
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