Lips Invite Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Lips invite
Saturday,30th March 2019

My lips remain starved
not feel weary but well behaved
thinking of no danger
and suffer from an anger

life may pose problems
and make me struggle
but that is part of the journey
I feel no dismay

I am subjected to
the cruel staring and commented
but I take no offense
and feel worried about the tease

I look forward
with the promising word
that life and death is as usual and part
anybody shall depart at anytime

let us harvest love
and believe
in its rich yield
this opinion is held by all

if my smile remains unnoticed
and not conveys anything as promised
I shall paint my lips with fresh natural color
that shall instill the hope for honor

Hasmukh Mehta