The State Of An Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
The State Of An Art
The state of an art
Yes, we are still in primitive stage
We have still same habits of an ancient age
Do we not attack mercilessly?
On our enemy
Yes we had obsolete weapons
But the enemy was won over
It was real state of preparedness
And life was really spent with toughness
This all we had read
In books or from dead man's mouth
But as we assume
It might have been the same
The cave men as we call
And the natural wall
He had to be vigilant all the time
So we can find out how he may be facing danger ever
It is an state of art
That represents from the start
The living side and adherence
To the group and their presence
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It is an state of art That represents from the start The living side and adherence To the group and their presence
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