Self Help Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Self Help
The wind blows gently
The fear is felt silently
No one is sure when it will strike
Yet we all try to live and survive
There is visible change
We all have failed to manage
It might have been the same
Yet we relieve and claim
Ego has been there for centuries
And may remain so and vary
Its anger may engulf entire race
To reduce the scope and blacken the face
Nature has changed fully
We have not managed successfully
Now desert witness snowfall
The glaciers melt without summer call
The rivers are in spate
The sea behaves like irate
Everything is for us to witness
To live with tension and distress
Self help is important
That shall never be absent
It may guide the course
There is no scope for curse
Well written Sabrina Torres5 minutes ago Very nice. i don't understand the last two lines though Comment 1 Comment0 Hasmukh MehtaLess than a minute ago self help may guide the course.. there is no need to curse.. its exact meaning Comment 0
helpful Nick Heckman7 minutes ago Just helpful. Comment 0
I really dont like this.... Karen Habermehl6 minutes ago at all
I made fool of my self I was searching treasure in sea shelf
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I would like to translate this poem
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This is a great poem nicate95 minutes ago It really brings out the need of humanities survival and the want to thrive.