No More Clues Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
No More Clues
Never give up
But come out triumph
Look from nature’s point of view
The enjoyment shall be felt by only few
The bees have disappeared
The trees have been cut so no birds
You will not find sweet sparrows
Only to find only sorrows
The rain shall not fall
But remain with overcast call
It will never downpour
But if poured, shall bring only disaster
Such is “hide and seek” game
We have become week
From resolve and by behavior
We have forgotten creator
“The crimson red” is no more symbol of love
“It has turned into blood“and proved
There is no place for love but only hatred
We have no more clues to lead
The somber tone here, surprising...and last part sounds dangerous! 3 Sep by Sally Salamander to No more clues
The somber tone here, surprising...and last part sounds dangerous! 3 Sep by Sally Salamander to No more clues
“The crimson red” is no more symbol of love “It has turned into blood“and proved There is no place for love but only hatred We have no more clues to lead
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Nice poem...talking about the hatred in our world today 3 Sep by Cold Marc to No more clues