Cry not and
Monday,7th June 2021
My heart is sentimental
giving room for the pain of each individual
cries in wilderness
and faces the dilemma
why should it rush?
and push
inner feelings
for the strangers who are not known human beings
I hear the internal voice
'you have no choice, der friend'
an almighty has gifted you sobbing heart
it is simply a kindness of its natural art
it will cry, express and even moan
it will show grief for what has been done!
it expects no natural tragedy
hence shows the sympathy
Yes, my mind succumbs
combs hair with awareness
worry not more and keep smiling face
let the heart sing with love's trace
Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem