Love It Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Love It
Love it
I am no where
But roam as an aimless creature
Living and eating with pass of time here
Did I ever think?
And sink with secrets
The heart and mind won't let
Even if gained access
With divine face
I still live with funny race
Death shall cease
My existence
Why should feel tense?
Life was same as before
With all pains in store
Still love it and adore
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5/11/2024 8:24:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Death shall cease My existence Why should feel tense? Life was same as before With all pains in store Still love it and adore... great write. Meaningful and beautiful. Thanks for sharing.