Poems Die Out Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poems Die Out

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It is no more me
I am totally free
Simply a singing bird
Out to enjoy with words

Daily I sit on dais
With simple views sans bias
Thoughts creep in
Poem’s real entry is certainly seen

I think about moon
But then appears hot sun
Both are striking in mind
I fail to write with approach of such kind

Yet do emerge some good creations
It is felt with close relation
The bond and firmness is at heart
The thoughts are taken in the form of an art

I love to flow with words
Feel same intensity as if praying to lord
It flows like calm river water
Strikes both banks for course to alter

I think about poems too
It is equally important and true
River tries to rush the sea
But unfortunately it dies out before could flee

The poems die out
If no one reads or talks about
It finds no place at reader’s heart
Yet may remain in achieve as valuable part

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geetha Jayakumar 28 February 2014

Beautiful poems. Loved the lines.. The poems die out If no one reads or talks about It finds no place at reader’s heart Yet may remain in achieve as valuable part..Very true said...Thanks for sharing with us.

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 28 February 2014

It is no more me I am totally free

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 28 February 2014

It is no more me I am totally free

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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