Past Sins Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Past Sins

Monday,11th June 2018


I heard the birds voice
and reminded me of all promises
that we owed to nature
and very much essential for our future

No sin is never buried
along the dead
it passes from one soul to another
to make another man sinner

No one.so far, has got ridden of
we can only laugh
in corner and cough out
the folly of self and talk about

"World is like this" I am no exception
here we suffer human relation
we try to takeshelter of excuses
and finally miss the life's journey

only a few of us have resurrected
responded to soul's call and acted
rest all have sunk below
and willingly allowed

why people suffer
and when death time approaches, they offer prayers
remember their past sin
and beg for peaceful departure scene

Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta