The Time Passes On Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The time passes on

Saturday, May 12,2018
8: 33 AM

The life is on the blank canvas
it gradually makes the slow pass
in a little blink of an eye
it slowly flies

no, we don't know
how to grow
and where to settle
and how to deal

the world is so large
and we all merge
with one identity and ideology
that is called humanity

we may come across
and chose
the life partner and a friend
and that shall end till the life is over

so many people come near
and help to bear
our agony and plight
our attitude too witnesses change slight

we may go back and assess
with a satisfactory smile on the face
the children are well settled
now stay separate but comfortably lead

Hasmukh Amathalal

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