Silver Line Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Silver Line

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Nothing should be remembered
If that was not offered
Nothing should be thought over
If opportunity was denied ever

The past should not to be taken seriously
The present should be spent continuously
There has to be no break with on going process
All doors should be kept open for future access

The river water flows with no aim
The shore is knocked but nothing more is there to claim
The destination is never thought of
Still it flows with carved path and pass through

Let us be the last to think
Before ship gives way and starts to sink
No hope should be allowed to fade
Until there is silver line to find the shade

Think if we were to spend life in easy manner
There was no scope to learn for beginner
As it was providing everything in smooth way
What was left then in life to try hard way?

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 06 January 2014

Nothing should be remembered If that was not offered

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 06 January 2014

Deep barbara greaves1 minute ago You always write very thought provoking poems. Thank you

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

Preeti Sabhar.. Excellent!

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

Ma life really good Sir, thanks for sharing

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

welcome rohani daud a few seconds ago · Unlike · 1

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

Gibz Rising as we go forward in time your spirit shines as bright as the day it was delivered, , as we run away from time, our fears of enduring life without feeling engaged with another in sensual conversation parish, what is time but a rotten apple that doesnt even exist to kind noble honorable descendant of purity, reality in my world sees a humble man approaching the realm of immense freedom for others to share, , am i grateful? he wonders? greatful she knows i am.. earth to the sun, , the guiding force of love travels threw rainbows, threw humanity, and even threw despair.. to be noted the language of the holy mother of tung gives pleasure and reassurance to many who love will not let run.. evil is a reflection of all that has been done - together both sides of reflection will always come to be one! 2 hours ago · Unlike · 1

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

Some Girl A wonderful read, each line one of truth, recommended

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

hussain smelter nice

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 08 January 2014

riaz1951 NICE POEM SIR

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Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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