Highest Regard From Poetess Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A Gentle Voice (A Poem for Jadia)
by Zbird

A gentle voice of peace that whispers
across the sands of time and space
fills our hearts with love,
calms our souls and dissipates fear.
His words hug the world.
Even in his own personal pain
he wants only to uplift us,
asks nothing in return.
There is a softness in his face
a longing in his eyes.
Years of oppression leave
their visible marks in lines
of worry for what will be.
He reaches out with his words
that make us cry out for justice
for all the lost souls in the world.
I embrace the words and the love of
this gentle voice that whispers
across the sands of time and space.


I cry with joy (MY RESPONSE)




I knew no other world
Remained only in confined fold
But too care for soul not to be sold
As my mother often told

I was never in race
But always kept smiling face
For those millions who suffered cruel hands
Extended hand to welcome them as friend

I knew a bit about human bonding
But always thought invaded and seconding
"You must help all those who needed words"
If not material help but little guidance for looking forward

I found a caring friend in Zbird(poetess)
She was lovely and kind hearted bird
Once whispered in my ears
I shall cherish her words for many more years

No one did praise me with so touching words
I was searching few glorying word from inward
I found nothing to match her feelings
I just bow my head to all those who accept me as willing

I always raised head and suffered
But lost no temper and offered
What ever I could in form of retaliatory spirit
The worlds came in rolling to my feet


I may not have enough of sources
Yet there are invisible forces
Who keep their vigilant eyes on me?
To keep me imprisoned in their hear yet make me feel free

I may have to prove
Those words are powerful enough to move
A stone hearted man into melting candle
If sentiments are played well and properly handled