Hidden Joy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Hidden Joy
“Art is artificial” the sentence read
I thought over words and felt dead
It took away all my energy
I felt self disgrace and pity
I was writing all along
Whether it was right or wring
I used to feed stuff to readers
Sometimes acting as offenders
“Was it complete lie? ’
Why truth I did not try?
Was it merely playing with sentiments?
This single sentence has made me to resent
My face delights with shine
When someone comment “fine”
Now it sends shiver
Real feeling inside with fear
But there is hidden joy
It makes me completely to enjoy
If my artificial words are taken seriously
I must write for them continuously
Yes truth is naked
It can not be faked
“Death can not experienced”
But words can make us as if glanced
We know that life is full of illusion
Sometimes we go on with confusion
Yet interest to live with dual role remains intact
This is ironically a true thing and fact too
Lucette Bailliet Hasmukh Mehta Thank you so much, Love it, that's great! Look at the words art is artificial Artificial contains the word art! Art is work, ie transformation Ie something not natural. Art and beauty are therefore different. 13 minutes ago via mobile · Unlike · 1
Peach I don't feel that art is artificial. It's a natural expression of emotion. As a writer or poet, the words that flow from your mind are tangible and very much a real stream of thoughts and emotion. Ah but the best art is usually misunderstood and under appreciated.
Very good. Rich Reitz18 minutes ago Don't stop writing! Comment +1 Ironically a true thing
Muhammad Khalid Khan19 minutes ago Good Comment +1 ok
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I would like to translate this poem
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“Art is artificial” the sentence read I thought over words and felt dead