Mass With No Class Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mass with no class

Suisoy, suisoy * certainly the best poetry
The poetry with love in heart
The heart that takes you deep inside
Inside the domain of so much vastness

The vastness of sea
The sea you might have not seen
But seen in the picture
The picture not so real

The real and fake
The fake loses race
The race is never won
Won but never enjoyed and gone

Gone is past memory
Memory that makes you sorry
Sorry to feel and gloom to bear
To bear the pain and move with tears

The tears shall generate tale
The tale about human sufferings
The sufferings of entire mass
The mass that feels but have no class

I shall let go the sky
The sky also may not take note
The note of presence
The presence of heavenly bodies


*'SUYSOY' poetry style in which the end words will be the first word of the next line.