Meenas PoemsIt is a lily
white and lovely
pretty and dainty
dangles in the sun
causes a lot of fun
enjoyable to look at
a pleasure to watch at
a flower not very catchy
expresses a nature gritty
being solemn and pure all through
as white stands for all that is true.
The blow of wind
gushes through
one of its kind
never be true .
The blow of wind
strikes through
one of its place
never be true.
The blow of wind
enfolds you through
one of its race
never be true.
The blow of wind
raises you afloat through
one of its trace
never be true
The blow of wind
raises you to a trance through
one of its excess
never be true.
Long time ago I was always quiet
silent all through
the events that were enough to bite
literally I mean them true
never did trigger nor agitate
kept me complacent through
I was perhaps a senseless person in straight
you might conclude in true
I lived all through my younger days like a puppet
nodding my head all through
a time came I tore myself with the toughest
jumped into the cesspool true
I fumed and frothed, heaved and sighed
struck with force all through
I look different all with anger in the wilderness
a turned self very true.
It is love
a true and great love
a love genuine
It is love
an erotic and passionate love
a love infatuated.
It is love
an affectionate and unrequited love
a love motherly.
It is love
well accepted and looked up
a love great.
So be love
different and different in love
altogether is love.
Best be what you do
not forget what is to you
incline towards it in true
set out with a motive all true.
The efforts put by you
be strong and steadfast in true
shrug not at any cost
nor go about it in fast.
Do the best at all point
It is well within your joint.
Does this sound as a preach?
Sure, it is within your reach.
The pattern of true life
is a straight forward strife
sharp as a double-edged knife.
Sincerity is not seen mostly
found in pockets honestly
a rarity that is distinct eventually.
The dubious prosper
while the upright remain demure
fallacy obviously an allure.
The designs are well crafted
the easiest finds itself drafted
the difficult are left as unwanted.
Thus the patterns are formed
the angels become deformed
the devils turn out in full form.
The world moves on towards the vicious
as it leaves the portions that are precious
the invalid indices look infectious.
The carcinoma spreads as fast as it could
destroys the echo pattern as it would
a devastation is seen in the like
lihood.
I dreamt for a time
got up after some time
found nothing in rhyme
as I lost the rhythmic rhyme.
Dreams come true they say
but i never could say so.
As I go on dreaming day after day
nothing has turned real in a show.
Does this happen only to me? I wonder
if at all they come out true I ponder
I would rise up and fly in the skies
like the lovely roaming fairies.
Dreaming every night as I sleep
I get up suddenly and peep
finding nothing amazing
I sit silent and gazing.
Well, dreams do give a fill
a satisfaction and a
thrill
Nodding her head she sits among friends.
Listening to their remarks of lively trends.
Smiling at their fascinating talks across the bend.
Keeping a pleasant quietness is her way till the end.
Coyly she hears their bashful jeers.
Softly she smothers their tears.
Lovingly she dissipates their fears
as she keeps a pleasant poise is her way unto the rear.
Expressions rude never come from her.
Thoughts evil never get the best of her.
Inhuman behaviour is never found in her
as she Keeps a pleasant grace intact in her.
Her insinuations are assumed as ignorance by some.
Her inclinations are claimed as innocence by some.
Her exclusiveness is termed as pride by some
while keeping a pleasant attitude never pays her handsome.
Her demeanour is all throughout the same.
Believing in truth is her game.
She worships truth not in name
while she keeps a pleasant trust not for fame.
She does not live for others as many do.
She loves them most from out of the blue.
She does not wish to give a clue
while keeping a pleasant extension in the groove.
Her way of life is different all through.
Never does she bow down to authority in a rue.
Never does she acknowledges money as powerful in all her moves
as she keeps a pleasant endearment in her interactions true.
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