Seasonal Insects Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Seasonal Insects
Ask not what is around
Lay hand on whatever is found
That is what you can have
Nature shows the way to behave
“The beauty shall never stay forever”
They youth shall disappear
The old age may approach soon
So try to be hard worker under sun
No questions and no answers
As life may not allow any offer
“Avail or forget” shall stand as fact
You need not think but act
We are like seasonal insects
We have emerged for short while in fact
The life is unsure and death is certain
Let us understand the reality and maintain
If you are not to weep later
Try to be honest with gesture
Have it or leave it for sure
Here lies your aim and future
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Scott Ransopher likes this. Scott Ransopher Another good poem Hasmukh! 35 mins · Unlike · 1
Romeo Della Valle Thank you dear brother Hasmukh Mehta for your thought provoking comment! Many people still do not realize that life and death are faces of the same coin! Regards from New York 11 mins · Unlike · 1
How nice! KR BALAKRISHNAN10 minutes ago You are touching all that is under the sky, Mehtajii...Wonderful poetry, you have in your heart.Thank you for sharing. Comment +1
Enjoyed Angela Wingard12 minutes ago Succinct but profound. Comment +1
not sure Dana Smith11 minutes ago Sorry didn't have to review when I started years ago keep it up
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Ask not what is around Lay hand on whatever is found