Sad Part No Where Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Sad part no where

Who cares for closure?
Or for lock so sure
Death is certain and knocks the door
But why we look poor?

If flower can blossom
With all that freedom
Are we not entitled?
With same title!

Pick the thread
Old has to be dead
New one has to take over
This is custom and tradition forever

So whenever you find flowers
In garden or anywhere
Think of secret that they enjoy
Despite threat menace annoy

Even for moment
Take present chance
And surprise
Death with your constant rise

If one movement you win over
The sad part is no where
Chase goes somewhere
Life is full cheers sans fear