Human Tragedies Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Human Tragedies
Human tragedies
Saturday,16th June 2018
The world is meant to suffer
but can always offer
the helping hand to deprived
and all those who remain unfed
You make bloodshed
and make the people flee
to save lives
and take shelter to live somewhere
this creates unhealthy precedence
the poor countries can't take the chance
to feed millions who need
or else remain dead for the want of food
we have seen human tragedies all over
and help rendered is not enough to recover
lost ground and resettle them
we act sometimes as inhuman
let us cause no trouble
and make them struggle
the blood of human beings
is no cheap and can bring some reprieve
Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta
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The short and Long of it ©2018 Js I’m getting old again Don’t be sad Do not shed a tear It’s been that way No mystery A blessing to be alive Whether two Or eighty five You’ve seen what you should You’ve done what you could From poor lands To wealth We are getting old again Not a reason to fear We are here Fate is foolish The Lord moves the strings It isn’t who you are It’s who you will be Getting old again No matter who you are You came this far
let us cause no trouble and make them struggle the blood of human beings is no cheap and can bring some reprieve Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta
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5/7/2024 2:52:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You make bloodshed and make the people flee to save lives- - -let us cause no trouble...... through our poems we are spreading always.good news.. only goodness. that is the beauty of poetry. thank u dear poet. tony
welcome tony sir. so kind of you