See the things around
And gain ground
Poet’s mind is fertile
And functions in its own style
Mostly human suffering is in mind
As it appears inevitable and very much unkind
We are looking helpless
With gloom on face
The life is totally unpredictable
And full of struggle
With no escape route
To think and talk about
Once opportunity is slipped away
It is difficult to stay
On slippery ground
Even if made turn around
Natural surroundings appeal
And look real
We write and get some inward happiness
That is all we can do to bring smile on face
Hasmukh Mehta welcome mangla anand n nadeem hasan Unlike · Reply · 1 ·
Hasmukh ji, as usual your poetic appreciation takes me years back when you had a stanza or two for each poem on Your Space. You keep the fire burning. Thank you, dear friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcome.............Maniza Mughal, Megha Shukla Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now