Meenas PoemsModerate your wishes in the go
desires come and go
the ability you should know
a little over and above in the flow
could lead to struggle with a blow
a careful way to get through
a nice way to go into
could be a delight all the more
would take you safely to the shore.
It is nice to go through
see a little on the view
sky be that of blue
the things around be true
well that be without a clue
as I go on a flew
a feel being very new
a sensation with a great hue
that be how I sustain in lieu
without much of anything in due.
The society calls come in great numbers
making one to wake up from the deep slumber
with a quick shower and a dress up go rushing
making an entry and an exit with a quickening
this being the procedure of life all thorough
directing an incessant disturbance without a clue 
with the routine getting affected all along
causing an upset when the age advances in long.
Reading through the minds
I was able to land on great finds.
Mines seem easy to get in
minds prove difficult to set in.
yet my way is to read through
tracking down how it grew
tracing down its designations
inferring a lot out of intimidation
concluding their worth without trepidations.
Having got no praise all through
having to cope with life all through
with reprimands and criticisms all through
with admonitions and displeasure all through
whatever I do all through
whatever efforts I put all through
goes vain all through
getting me nowhere all through
sailing in the same ocean all through
waiting for freedom all through
not got it all through
will surely reach it all though
with again falls and falters all 
that remains.
A message it was
spreading peace and love.
A message it was
calling for unity and understanding.
A message it was
intending to bring cheer and comfort.
A message it was
inviting good will and harmony.
A message it was
rendering help and assistance.
A message it was
looking out for happiness and joy.
A message it was
proclaiming victory and triumph.
A message it was
expressed in poetic felicity.
sent across during New year’s eve.
A message that wishes
an unflinching attention.
A message that seems
to be a gospel.
A message that pronounces
truth and reverence.
A message that reverberates
all throughout.
The conspiracy hatched is half way through.
The dealing is a half-hearted attempt in view.
The discussion seems to be half over without a clue.
The outcome is dead, half dead , true.
He enters the scene with half a mind
He seems to be half awake not totally blind.
He looks half mad without a slightest bind.
He is partially half dumbfounded delivering nothing kind.
Half of anything looks good.
Half of anything appears bad too.
Half of all things describes plenty.
Half of all things depict a frugality too
The price quoted is only half the value.
Proposing an arbitrary half pursue.
The fixation would bring half the revenue.
Recording an unproductive reconciliation all through.
The lips curve half denoting a weary smile.
The eyes cast a half look expressing a guile.
The speech is half-baked exposing a frivolous pile.
The gait is half strained illustrating a peevish style.
The idea half usurps the feasibility most often.
The thought half pitches every now and then.
The outcome half delineates an uneasiness in turn.
The plausibility of half directs an unsure enthusiasm solemn.
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