No Prints Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
No Prints
No prints
I have no space
No race
No color
Only honor
It will cast as ideological
Or ideal
But I speak real
And feel too
I am simple
Love to mix with people
And stay with to struggle
Yet maintain as simple rate individual
Life gives me in return
Efforts put up to turn
Life into simplicity
I thank an almighty
If life had no true color to act
We all could have been ceasing like insects
In fact, with one blink
We are, in face, fastly sinking
Who remains behind?
To find
Foot prints or any traces
It is all changes
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