Let Him Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Let Him
Man is wicked animal
Performance is always dismal
With no more useful contribution
Life is presented with confusion
There is no contentment
Always down with heavy movement
Greed is in blood vanes
Always ready in direction and stares
Few noble people can be found
Even if you on hunt on ground
They have become instinct and rare
Everybody is happy with self indulgence and care
It is good to look after self first
The family too needs good trust
You got to prove excellent at home
Then only doors are open elsewhere for welcome
No one burns fingers for loss
Then it shall definitely pose
A big question about usefulness
In family, circle and with wild chase
So it is good phrase
To be used in any case
“Man is human by error”
Let him have his honor
very good Chris Oppelt7 minutes ago It is truly how the world and society have changed, nomore fellowship, just self gain at the start and end of each day. Comment +1
Wow.......... Karen Habermehl9 minutes ago You are lost... keep it Comment +1
another very interesting poem Sueann Reed8 minutes ago when i read the words you wrote i hear it like on a speaker or through a microphone of a deep voice crazy well done :)
'With no more useful contribution' you did contribute just now. 'Few noble people can be found Even if you on hunt on ground' i sometimes feel the same way and knowing others are out there atleast looking and still hoping is comforting. we have to be the change we want to see in the world 6 Feb by Marcus Maraldo to Let him
18 minutes ago by Livstarr: Raconteur, Connoisseur, Poet. to Let him 'With no more useful contribution' you did contribute just now. 'Few noble people can be found Even if you on hunt on ground' i sometimes feel the same way and knowing others are out there atleast looking and still hoping is comforting. we have to be the change we want to see in the world
19 minutes ago by Marcus Maraldo to Let him Yes, freely dream while in love with creation is a blessing
21 Aug 2013 by leafsailors Ghost to Dream about future
man always aspire for something new- always, no contentment, that is his devil side Apolinario Villalobos7 minutes ago great! Comment 0
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Nice Mark H Brown8 minutes ago Nice work keep writing