Meenas Poems
The coolness in the surround
a precursor to a freeze in-depth
felt very much in the breeze
that is the phenomenon natural
but turns unbearably hot
the extremes take us with a beat
this is the formula for every deed
like the waves that flow high and low
the days turn dark and then glow
the moods swing up and down
men are quick to rise up and drown
the one becomes another soon
difficult to say anything for sure
whether it be a boon or a doom.
The wave be it heat or tide
signifies a change, a flutter
the one rises up with a vengeance
the other crosses over with an indulgence
both being overwhelming and stifling.
The temperature jump
s up
the warmth ascends in fahrenheit or Celsius
the waves go up with a force
the speed in meters and miles
both throw an effective insurgence.
The furious sun and the ocean
cause a havoc tedious
extrication from these elements
might prove fatal and devastating
with the sun stroke and epidemics on the rise
along with the loss of life and material
all in the go with the disaster pronounced
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