Meenas PoemsThe day is a shine and a dine
with a clouds almost in nine
the weather seems to be fine
with the rain almost to pour
the drops come in four
thunder descends in a roar
the clouds draw to a close
the sky engages in blows
the drizzle sets in with no force
lightening strikes with a blind
the battle is fought with a bind
the vapours burst out from hind
the rains fall down in torrence
a struggle in exasperation
Well! it turns out to be an inspiration.
Rain is a divine source,
It is a lovely resource,
Getting it abated while in force,
Is a task beyond recourse.
Seeing it flow in a natural course,
Is a sight beyond morose.
Rain is a delight,
When they fall light,
Filling the rivers in volumes right,
Running through the fields in flow slight,
Bringing in fertility and growth in a flight,
Producing a rich bountiful sight.
Rain is a fear,
When they pour torrential
dear,
Causing a spate out of gear,
Sinking the land below the rear,
Trampling the ripe stock to rot near,
Implying a tone of gory ghastly cheer.
Well,rain is both giver and taker,
It extends a fortune to the noble receiver,
It devastates the very spirit of the destroyer,
A note of caution is sounded to whomsoever,
While accepting the endowment with fervour,
Advocating truth in faith and practice altogether.
Meenas Poems 