Dr Hitesh Sheth
Biography of Dr Hitesh Sheth
I am a student of psychiatry and might always remain so......I love to practise karate and yoga......As a scorpio, I am passionate about the things I do......Sometimes I jot down the thoughts on a paper which people call, a poetry...... Biography......His story was too common to be told......Thanks for visiting this page......
Dr Hitesh Sheth Poems
When the hopes are hassled And relationships are rattled Naïveté asks, why me? When wishes are whacked
I too was nailed to a cross of sorrow, Bore the pain that can singe marrow. With a frail armor of witticism, I braved the arrows of criticism
A Train Of Stress
The rats’ adept in a rat race Buy the tickets from a shrink, And board a train of mental stress, Hurriedly in a wink.
Tax The Love
Oh Politicians! you are now thinking to levy “Flush Tax”, In future, you may tax even our earwax…
A Faithful Lover
He alone struts with swagger fine, To tame alike, humans and kine. He breathes with us, with us he dines,
Oh! bloody thirsty soul breakers Oh! manipulative nerve wreckers; Playing with the beings like puppets, Relishing their hearts in buffets.
A Flow Of Grace
Yeah! Slow and Slow ye stare with eyes-
The Bullets Of Sorrow
The lethal bullets of sorrow Aim at our rosy morrows, By the cruel devilish FATE, Push the men through sadness gate.
O gushing crescendo Thy silent stealth A cool and misty Watery wealth
A Live Poetry Bomb
All people, fearfully call him a live poetry bomb, because his rhymes are deadlier than bullet’s storms. When fires stanzas through his mouth’s barrel, hapless mind feels naked, in their wisdom’s apparel.
Frustrated I stood in front of the God to Pray, And asked him why lunatics are increasing day by day.
A Shadow of hard stone shivers in the soft water Icy winter night.
Erotomania-A Delusion Of Love
A moth or an innocent boy Or incessantly talking toy Caught helplessly In a nature’s ploy:
Audacity To Hope
When the recession of opportunities Knock downs, towns and cities; When the flood of tension Hits alike, huts and mansions;
Tomorrow I Will Be Happy
Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
'When I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
I would play throughout the day,
And would be free from elder's tyranny,
Tomorrow I will be happy.”
Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily.