hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

The Poetry Is Holy Concept

Poetry is holly concept
If it can make person to weep
Take it for granted that it has power
To bring the happiness even for fewer

It has nothing to do with nature
It has nothing to do with future even
It has something to do with emotions
That has inbuilt concern human relation

Many accidents do take place
Many people die and disappear from earth’s surface
Only few, if known figures, are taken note of it
Rests of the souls are not even worth to put note

Human heart grieves for loss of innocent life
This is where poetry comes in part to condemn the edge of knife
“Why life has to be cruel to be snatched in such a way”?
The words flow from heart to grieve he loss in this way

It is simple form of feeling with concern
It comes in the purest form to return
With same feelings form other people
Who read them and express part of the struggle

Poetry is an easy way to have link with almighty
The words expressed or sung are from the guilty mind
It is expression of guilt that is cursed before creator
The poetry is all about to express the anger or fear

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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