Meenas Poems
It is a very pleasant midday,
The sun plays hide and seek all day,
The wind modulates gently in a sway,
Making everyone gay.
Sitting in the patio a while,
Watching the scenery in style,
Anecdotes pop up from the mind’s file,
Bringing about a lovely smile.
It was enchantingly peaceful,
Extending a relaxation bountiful,
It is needed to stimulate the system in full,
It is an inspiration kindling the hopeful.
The conduct of the original duo,
Likens to a differential aglow,
Pulling out from one a few months ago,
Inducting another stealthily
as an alto,
Pretending to be genuine at the fro,
Eventually a planned ploy in a turbo,
It is an intended imperative although,
Similar to a conceited grab in a limbo,
Well, the attitude of the duo,
Is as original as the wind flow.
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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