Meenas PoemsIt is pleasant
the day is warm
with the shine decent
causing no harm
the breeze cheerful
passing through lively
the birds fly about
and the men move spiritedly
with the night comes darkness
and there arises a silence
with the owls hooting in the stillness
the day ends up with little reference.
Palpitations kept his heart beat in a race,
An unexplainable sorrow stole the grace,
An unbelievable tale
set the deface,
It was a hell to survive the blaze.
Nevertheless he had to get through it in a daze
There were additional frothing in the furnace,
Boiling over in an unexpected ablaze
Yet he had to put up with it in a phase.
It was all built up in a madness,
It was a texture of serious illness,
It massacred the veracity to a stillness,
Yet he had to face it with a boldness.
The heart fluttered high and low,
Casting a picture of a shadowy glow,
The performance was deadly slow,
Oh! the extension was halted with a severe blow.
It is a story of a loving pal,
He fell a prey to a rude call,
Oh! it was a terrible fall,
Lo! he breathed his last in a drawl.
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