Meenas PoemsGetting into the woods on a lively day,
brought unfelt experience of gay.
There was penetration of sun’s rays,
through the dense trees in a trace.
directing to a tiny bay.
There was a march of elephants in a fray,
calling each other in a bray.
The water fell down the hills in a sway,
flowing quick without delay.
The birds twittered in a joyful jay,
chirping with a spirited say.
There arose a desire to stay,
in the splendid woods all the day.
Trees were in full bloom.
Colorful flowers were in full blossom.
Lascivious fruits hung heavily.
Little birds chirped crisply.
Bees buzzed with a drone.
Adding charm to the zone.
The land stands bare.
There are no trees to stare.
There are no bearer of fruits juicy
.
There are no blossoms to make flowering lovely.
There are no loving hosts to hold birds chatter.
There are no lively relays to deliver the bees humming with cheer.
The ground is loaded with mortar and concrete.
Buildings go up in stylish lanky upbeat.
Displaying colors of morbid paints.
Distracting the original inhabitants.
Chasing them out of their dwellings
Disturbing the environment out of its rings.
Threats come in different forms.
Destroying everything over the norms.
Invasions are considered as heroic deeds.
Assassinations are out of greed.
Harassment indicate a cruel impertinence.
Deforestation is a crime beyond penance.
The sun shines fiery red,
The sky is sparkling bright,
It is a dazzling sight.
The temperature rises high,
The heat makes us sigh,
Forcing us to utter a cry.
The sun becomes fierce,
The redness turns vitreous.
It evolves a lot of fears.
The trees are cut,
The flow of water is shut,
The land turns into a rut.
It is an ominous portraiture,
It is a neglect of nature,
It is an environmental disaster.
There is no retributive action,
Summits are arranged for discussions,
Involving expenses in large proportions.
Leaders fly across the world,
Talk long with eloquence gold,
Return with no solution bold.
Years go in speed,
Yet there is no lead,
To sort out the bleed.
It was a beautiful landscape.
Though not very extensive,
All forms were naturally shaped,
Flat, hilly, valley, padlock all in a derivative,,
Hedges , plants, shrubs, trees altogether tufted,
Presenting a picturesque bouquet decorative.
The rose plants displayed an exotic colourful hue,
Spreading a lovely mild fragrance along the path,
The hedges extended a little high clue,
As they guarded the way without wrath,
The tall trees lent a shadowy cue,
As they gave a shelter with greenish bath.
The flowers blew over each other,
Raising a nostalgic intoxication,
The shrubs fell over one another,
Reviewing a luxurious sensation,
The huge trees bowed up and down on one another ,
Redirecting a sumptuous consultation.
The green grass ran all through,
In between the plants in gaiety,
The thick green carpet retold a grow,
As large stretches of infinity,
The lush green lawns proposed a bow,
Commending the creators ability
Leaves bloom in a lovely green hue,
Thick and dense in a clasping cue,
Spreading a canopy of shade ,
Providing a glittering like jade,
Only to fall in days few.
The rain fed rivers flow gently,
Through the pebbles and moss gracefully,
Carrying with them alluvial soil across
Enriching the fields as they cross,
Only to get into the ocean mildly.
Man lives with pomp and merry,
Arrogant and towering over all in glory,
Dictating terms to everyone with serpentine authority,
Destroying one and all with diabolical impetuosity
Only to get interred in dust shortly
It is as explicit as ever,
That which is born cannot live forever,
That which takes place will fade
Be it beautiful or ugly,good or bad,
All would drop down in 
a wither.
Red roses and yellow poppies toss in the air,
The white jasmine and pink lotus dazzle over,
The wet green grass and the hedges shine across,
A pleasant fragrance slides and engulfs the environ.
The Camphor trees and Benzoin trees stand erect,
The Mango and Neem trees spread their branches,
The Coconut and Palmyra tree grow upright,
A scintillating fragrance flips out and embraces the environ.
The atmosphere thus weighs heavily with aroma,
Pleasing the nostrils and embalming the mind,
Rejuvenating the spirit and filling up the heart,
The fragrance brings out a significant joy.
Now
Smoke from vehicles and fire cling close,
Dust and fumes create a suffocating choke,
Bothering the lungs and the respiratory track,
A carbon emission that needs to be condemned.
Modern trend is to inhale impure air,
Trees ,flowers and hedges are relics of the past,
The pale dry brown has overwhelmed the lively shining green,
Paving way to a stifling ,strangling disaster.
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