Meenas PoemsThose around you
look at you
one with a bond
another with a taunt
one with a smile
another with a vile
the looks are not the same
they could blame
else they would stare
with a flare
be they around you
each one have their rue
rely not on them in all
accept not their every call
be yourself as always
never give out even in a trace
the inner self and mind
they would pull you in a bind
this be my advice to you
go ahead without a clue.
He is a man of vile
a man of no style
who brags a lot
knows not the slot
nor could reach the spot
being invited for a mediation
happily accepts the solicitation
passes comment as if in a fraction
as he minces his words while he talks
while his voice is akin to a bark
none could find in him a spark
yet he pronounces his verdict
which bears no ethics.
Waters do meet in the ocean,
Lands do track down in a traction,
Wind do blow in a friction,
Men do set themselves in a session,
Captioning it as a delightful Conviction.
Rivers have a natural flow,
Lands generally have lovely row,
Winds usually have a gentle blow,
Men hardly go about in a toe.
Deleting justice to an ultimate slow.
Waters flood once a while,
Lands slips during the rainy file
Winds storm in occasional trial,
Men exhibit guile all the while,
Seeking to challenge truth in a vile.
Nature takes on the cyclic course,
In no mean terms, though with force,
Men go for back stabs in a morose,
Oh! they are the actors with high resource.
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Man excels in vile and vices,
His moves enunciate sizzling guises
His talks elaborate biting dices,
His motives deliver evil exercises
His remarks inflict bloody bruises,
His behaviour reflects strangling devices,
Breaking the most innocent to pieces,
Shattering the most gentle to glitches,
Forcibly dumping the most beautiful into horrible ditches.
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