Under Feet Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Under Feet
Under feet
Beauty is everywhere
In nature
In mother earth
And in beautiful death too
The death is taken as last refuge
In earth with earning of name so huge
People shed tears after departure
They curse the death for early attempt to retire
We have defined wrongly
And accept it not smilingly
We watch at flowers and try to crush
But never care and try to make it look still fresh
The child is another medium
Where you have entertainment maximum
The smile comes out with broken words
You shall feel like to die with blow from sword
Is beauty not meant for preservation?
Instead expose it for molestation
Put to shame and ruthlessly crush under feet
Rather than taking more care and openly greet
We know it and try to adhere
We take precaution and express fear
But alas! Not all people are class conscious
They pluck it see it happen under very nose
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