Happy Days Not Again Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Happy Days Not Again
Not a blade of grass grows
Not even gentle wind blows
Forget about sun’s rise
And set in east by surprise
It is all with his blessings
Nothing goes as missing
It takes place at destined hour
We need to think therefore
It needs no extra effort
Just mental balance to sort out
Think of nothing except being poor human
Who has nothing at command to enforce as man?
Let you have millions of worth assets
That shall never be allowed or let
To be taken along for further use
You shall leave alone without any choice
Happy days are spent in no time
Bad days are taking long time
The sun turns smile again
But we forget the past pain
The family still suffers
The family members still differ
There is no peace at home
Why not all people think to welcome
Stay at home peacefully
Go to almighty for refuge really
Surrender as if nothing belongs to you
Will this not be the path true?
We admire the humility pervading these lines and the consciousness of what is truly realistic in Life. Stanzas three and four convey the reality of a human being and his journey. This is accentuated, I think, in the last stanza, which culminates in these thoughts/ advice: Surrender as if nothing belongs to you/ Will this not be the path true? May sunny days shine within the poet's soul and his life!
well done Jeffrey Furtado47 minutes ago this is deep Comment +1
Perfect poem to me Shantanu Chindhade46 minutes ago This composition has all the qualities of a very successful poem needs.Full of philoophy too.Liked very much, Shantanu Chindhade Comment +1
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Brilliant thoughts! ! ! Piusha Singh46 minutes ago VERY WELL SAID HASMUKH JI, BUT I FEEL ALL THE SEASONS HAVE ITS OWN BEAUTY...i LIKE THIESE LINES VERY MUCH..Happy days are spent in no time Bad days are taking long time The sun turns smile again But we forget the past pain WELL WRITTEN..
a poem of need Alan Green 'Guppyman'43 minutes ago the poet tells of all of a soul who yearns for more
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Not a blade of grass grows Not even gentle wind blows