Meenas PoemsA fever in the body
the temperature is high
there sets in a delirium
disoriented feel arises
pain in the neck and head
a discomfort not experienced
the child looks hapless
with eyes full of water
blood-shot and tired
the body shivers in fits
up and down it goes
the child tosses and turns
pity her most is all
I can do in a moment
pray did I with fervour
for her recovery in speed.
Love all said Jesus
nailed to the cross.
Love with not a cause
as it does not bring loss.
Love enforces no clause
as it exhibits no flaws.
Love is bound by no laws
as it shines with a gloss.
Love exposes no moss
as it relies not on toss.
Love creates a lovely bondage
Let this be the Christmas message
with prayers said with grace.
Listening to the wind’s manifesto,
holding on to its gusto,
sailing along with its course,
beating its trail with a force,
the ship tossed in the rough seas.
Moving ahead across the rugged road,
struggling on with a smile broad,
enduring every hurdle with patience,
trying to out-beat the competition with a reference,
she treaded the desolate path all alone.
Braving the storm with diligence
shoved past the ship with an animated presence.
Pushing aside the obstacles with a determination
she raced towards the destination.
Hey you ! Will they reach their goal ?
The ship was tossing over the ocean.
The wind was blowing in a fierce notion.
The waves were raging in a jostling motion.
There was panic and commotion.
It resembled
life in action.
Full has a lovely gloss.
So it is always a full toss.
Full leads across.
As it shows up in gross.
The flowers enchant in full bloom.
They instantly dispel gloom.
They look beautiful in a zoom.
Activating a fertile boom.
The nightingale sings in full-throated ease.
Releasing melody from the cluster of trees.
The voice glides through as if it is a breeze.
Capturing everyone with a solemn appease.
The full moon shines bright over the night.
Illuminating the darkness with a white light.
The full moon in the black sky is a glorious sight.
Enticing all with a charm bright.
Full size of anything is amazing.
The fullness is at times alarming.
Letting a feeling that is terrifying.
Endearing a crazy note that is mystifying.
The coin flew up in the air,
All eyes got stuck in a glare,
Head cried the majority ,
Tail whimpered the minority,
The coin slowly landed in a glide effortlessly.
All hearts thumped fast,
All eyelids fluttered very fast,
The coin descended slowly,
It fell on the ground very slowly.
It could be head or tail obviously.
Lo! the coin was smudged badly,
No head or tail in it really,
The head got disfigured in the damage,
The tail got erased in the rummage
It was a faceless coin. with no image.
The anticipation died down,
Every visage had a visible frown,
That which arouses expectation more,
Falters in disappointment all the more,
A bitter lesson hard to comprehend evermore.
Meenas Poems 