Lie Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Lie Art
I live
Wednesday,12th December 2018
Each face knows
how to blow
own tune
to think about heaven
who knows about the smile?
the only face reflects for a while
disappears meanwhile
and shows it as a distant mile
My tears fall
and people call
it as grief
but they stay for the brief
I know tears are false
and make me feel good with a sense
I am living with a fake identity
and make it worth entity
yet, I live as a human being
and try to bring
the world within my ambit
and occasionally greet
Hasmukh Mehta
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I know tears are false.....crocodile tear dear poet, crocodile's tear!
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