Philosophy Of Nonsense - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Birds fly with wings
Come down and happily sing
They know their limit
Yet sky is for them to greet
They are free and independent
Think about no past but live in present
There is no store for future
That does not deter them to make sure
We too have sky to express helplessness
Why do we raise hands and bring gloom on face?
Like birds we have hands
Why can’t we trust them at the end?
Birds have no place to live
No permanent refuge but only trees to believe
Why worry takes over entire peace of mind?
Why do not we look at birds who lack everything of that kind?
Why such thought never occur to our brain?
Why unnecessarily we cause pain?
Why we center entire blame on luck?
Where as our mentality is mainly struck
Both have independent approach
Both have feelings too as such
Birds do with their own sense
Mankind is struck with philosophy of nonsense
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