Meenas PoemsThe flowers are looking dazed.
The freshness has effaced.
There is no lovely trace.
They escape from the gaze.
Sad to see them in such state.
They seem to fumble great
Not cheerful at any rate.
but drooping dry in chaste.
Flowers usually bring cheer
They are to be held dear.
Keeping them close and near
will add to the lively steer.
These flowers seem to wither
looking from thither
they appear fighting with factors other
braving the heat and weather
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.
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