Whip Loudly Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whip loudly

Find no joy with things
Those fade and bring
Real picture of nothingness
This creates real impression on face

We sometimes laugh and cry
Put control on sentiments an try
With internal pressure not to show
Any sadness and silently go with people

It has been agreed
And pointed
That we need to understand the message of nature
Nothing exists here for sure

Flowers boom
Human beings find gloom
There is panic in closed room
Family members are deep in sadness and show them

Flowers shall fall down
So life shall disown
The soul shall leave behind dead body
We all shall mourn and whip loudly