Your Acts Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Your Acts
Jealousy is main cause
We have no time to pause
We want to lave behind
Each and every kind
Time is supreme
Yet we can not make team
Race against the race
Just to blacken our face
We cause bloodshed
And be falsely led
On the name of religion
To live with majority in region
This is reality
That makes life to live with futility
No aim but only mad chase
Really black hole with dark phase
We know He is one
Still care for none
Call by color” O black”
Show no sympathy and joke
Let us behave if we can
At least as caring human
For destitute and poor
Who wants to become our good neighbor?
Lord has said “love thee fellow man”
Treat them as brethren
I shall protect
In each of your acts
Liked it Juliana HonorioLess than a minute ago Very interesting
A religionary tact. Derek Smith1 minute ago This poet has grasped the fabric of war and pulled the shroud from our eyes! A superb display of conjunctives! BRAVO! ! Comment 0
Good motif C. Steven WallLess than a minute ago The English needs work but I like the idea that this poem encourages. Comment +1
good Me and Jane1 minute ago nicely written. I like it :)
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Jealousy is main cause We have no time to pause