Personal Loss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Personal Loss
Personal loss
We call life's journey
As an Ocean of pure misery
No one has escaped so far
From the clutches and shined as star
So be it the reality
And pray the almighty
To grant you strength
And remain with it up to last breath
World does not end
Even if sent with
Trucks load of difficulties
For us to face is sacred duty
You are not to think extreme
As it shall exhume
Your entire work
With sad words
Y6ou shall be separated
Or kept on bombarded
For holding views
Not liked by few
Let there be extreme weather
Rise in tidal waves in ocean or flood in river
You shall continue to swim across
If not, that shall be your personal loss
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Let there be extreme weather Rise in tidal waves in ocean or flood in river You shall continue to swim across If not, that shall be your personal loss