I seek bliss
Saturday,23rd March 2019
I am unaware
and take no care
of sentiments
and blindly present
in the process
I am denied an access
people try to avoid
and many things are said on the back
I think on the issue
and make an inside view
ask my conscience
are they really weary of my presence?
I knock and knock
but it comes back with an ache
it is the dark cloud
that speaks loud
I make it open
the heart is sentimental
but made to miss
I bow down sincerely and seek bliss
Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We hear continuous knocking. Seeking bliss from God is definitely valuable. An amazing poem is well penned.10