Behind human face
Sunday,20th December 2020
It is an illusory world
where remain miseries of many folds
it has not been told
but we face it by becoming bold
No one could guess
what is behind a human face?
what kind of race does he belong?
he can do what right and wrong
mysterious appearance and illusory show
we run after and grow
with anxieties
and forget the niceties
what could we gather?
immense wealth and treasure
luxury and everything within reach
to be called among as rich person
what was it worth?
after death
nothing to accompany
or carry
We spend life in a futile exercise,
rise all of sudden with so much of surprises
when looking back, find no worthwhile
meanwhile, life shall be taken away by miles
Dr Jadia Hasmukh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem