Gift Or Token Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Gift Or Token
Even if life does not smile
We must carry on meanwhile
Life may be cruel, favorable or against
We have obligation to stay here with keen interest
How many people come on earth and vanish?
Who takes pride for life's best finish?
Everybody suffers from one draw back or another
We must look daily afresh and need not bother
What is to be feared from life and death?
It has to be based on your firm belief and faith
You should go on living as normal man
What else in life you want or can?
It is gifted life and is on hire
We must thank god and admire
No one may know what the next moment will be
The soul will become free and may need no permission to flee
As you are given empty stomach to fill
Some labor has to be put on to earn as good will
You may feel very sweet of it if earned through noble means
Rest of the people may suffer and end in no win
Life is always stuffed with either up or down
You may have to put large efforts of your own
Result may remain unknown but surely on your side
As there are tremendous opportunities and world is so wide
Love to live with meager means if not given enough
No doubt life may prove difficult and very tough
Yet we are made of simple clay and can be easily broken
Life must be looked upon as gift or token
LaSoaphia QuXazs This is the truth. We are thinking alike today. Regards my friend.
Even if life does not smile We must carry on meanwhile Life may be cruel, favorable or against We have obligation to stay here with keen interest
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Carlos What are the obligations that life dictates and what defines this soul we so readily we speak to? These abstractions seem always to infer a state of being but do not really denote anything. Soul/foot/head/back/brain... Obligations to whom/what/where/when/how... Ambiguity is still-born. Give me the dry leather of a saddle waiting to be oiled or the dead bird's washing machine isomorphism on the beach. Your statement that life is precious is heart felt and should be lived!