The Poetic Leader Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poetic leader
Friday,17th August 2018

I said O death "halt"
My life is like the vault 
since when you have become stronger
than the life has to offer

again death crossed my way
to take me away
but I was determined to stay 
for little moments to enjoy in a nice way 

but who listens to my cry in the wilderness
I  can feel it on the face 
but I am not in the race 
you have no power to chase me 

you often try to cross the destiny
that has been gifted to me by an almighty
I am ready to leave
as I believe in real moments

Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta 

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