Meenas PoemsIt was a tapping
know not from where
It was a rapping
know not from where
it was a slapping
know not who did it.
It was a strapping
know not how they did it.
it was a beating
know not how severe it was.
It was a thrashing
know not to what degree.
It was defeating
know not how much it would be.
It was a struggle
known to all fully well.
Rains do play havoc
The one which is so sweet
turns unpleasant
That is true in all things
with rains bestowing prosperity
and destroying extensively
bringing misfortune
and loss of life
all in one go
while thrashing heavily.
Rains fall
with force
drenching the areas
flooding the rivers
gets into the houses
pulls along with it
men and things
irrespective of their status
It happens in a flash
and the thrash
devours the whole
in a gulp sole
leaving everyone aghast
and everything ghastly.
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