The Ground Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
The Ground
Nothing has been defined
It is all we assume and try to shine
This is correct way of dealing
The wound may need some kind of healing
Do we not know the outcome?
Do we ever welcome?
Sit peacefully and think over
How to work hard and recover!
Destiny or no destiny
We are here by grace of an almighty
We need to survive and last
The time shall be moving very fast
You may come across
With many losses
And treachery of people
Yet you need to move ahead and struggle
Make determined bid to surge
The ill feelings shall be purged
It shall instill self confidence
The lost ground shall be recovered at once
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How can we define the aspect of life, we may not feel its real rife. In the lost phase of ground, still this poem makes some sound. Let me feel its fragrance, with reading each word with patience. 8 Dec by Pintu Mahakul | Reply
Nothing has been defined It is all we assume and try to shine
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Re: The ground (Score: 1) by sschubert on Wednesday, December 10,2014 (11: 44: 38) Move ahead and struggle - love that concept!