Biography of Meenakshi Hariharan
I am a girl from Bangalore, India. Now in Tawau, Malaysia. My father is my inspiration in writing poems. I also dedicate a small poem for him.
Rise and shine
Do your best and be fine.
Meenakshi Hariharan Poems
A strange subject that’s maths Which has never got me any pats. Three major subjects in mathematics
Mom, When I Cried
Early morning, you make my bread, The same with love to me you fed, But when I cried to eat you said, When I am with you don't need to be sad.
Disease! ! Kills? ?
Disease kills and increases doctors bills To prevent it we have to take pills Despite the gymnastic drills There is a steep increase in our ills
Just For Me
My friend is Like the nectar from the flowers Just for me, From the colorful rainbow
I travel, travel all over the world from oceans to the peaks and more. I am light and mostly swirled, but when I am heavy I pour.
Is it normal to make spelling mistakes? Which are always considered silly mistakes. The writer's creativity is seen in these mistakes, Why is the spelling of nuclear not "Newclear"?
Yes, I Am Emotional
Yes, I am emotional. I get mood swings. I am mad and angry at times. I am sweet and naughty at other.
I was given a lot of work, one day in school, Surely boring math and science, fit for a fool. I prayed God to grant me a wish He sent a genie with a swish.
The green pasture is really awesome. The blue sky is truly awesome. The red morning sun is simply awesome. The pearly dew is naturally awesome.
A Girl's Proposal
I want to be part of your smile, Will you let me be for a while? I want to be part of your tears, Will you share your worst fears?
Happy Father's Day
Thank you for making dreams imaginable and the resulting adventures possible. Thank you for making failures constructible and life so enjoyable. Thank you for making success possible and happiness confirmable. Thank you for being the person who you are and teaching the same to us.
Why Is This So?
I don't feel like ascending the stairs, I feel like doing nothing but sitting on comfortable chairs. I don't feel like combing my hair,
Life! ! What Is It? ?
Life is a game, play it. Life is a river, cross it. Life is a seed, plant it. Life is a robe, wear it.
In desert as it rains,
and sand dunes in the plains,
seems very strange,
but as long as you are my friend
nothing need to change.