Meenas PoemsAs I was snoring
heard a roaring
got up from my sleep
being very deep
unable to open my eyes
sat up in a peculiar size
pressed my eyelids
played with it like a kid
saw through the windows
rains lashing madly below
scared to a great extent
fell on my pillow at a distance
closed my eyes with fear
the sleep which is very dear
came and embraced me
let go the rain and roar
I went back to my snore.
The night watchman he is
say that he sits with eyes open
I have a one at home
who sits with half-closed eyes
starts to nod as the hours fly
snores loud as the midnight come
sleeps full as the wee hours descend
turns alert at the rise of dawn
stands cheerful and smart in the morn
Well! a duty bound officer in charge
pleased to have one with a fair charge
a figure in the watchman’s robe
a ploy to show off the house is secure
a note of vanity in me well explained.
The bees are buzzing busy.
The birds are tweeting cheerfully.
The peacock is dancing happily.
The squirrels are chirping incessantly.
The lizards are talking untiringly.
The frogs are grunting loudly.
The dogs are barking fiercely.
The cats are mewing demurely
The men are snoring peacefully.
As the morn dawns.
Early in the morning there was a sound.
It was not the cock a doodle do.
It was not the clock’s ding-dong.
It was not the baby’s shrill cry.
It was not the bird’s sweet call.
It was not the mother’s shout.
It was not the father’s retort.
It was not the boy’s grumbling.
It was not the paper boy’s cycle bell.
It was not the milkman’s loud alarm.
It was not the whistling tea-pot.
It was not the hissing shower.
It was, it was, a snore.
Emanating from grand pa.
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