Dark Paint Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dark paint

Nothing dies except
Your anger that remains intact
The grudge is firmly seated
The jealousy is just short to be ignited

I think of deceptive art
As it has become part
Wherever I go
Mind fully blows

Whatever I did!
I don't intend to hide
My conscious revolts
And opens the bolt

How many things are stored inside?
Many but not to be decided
What should be kept!
Or what should be left

Now is the time
To think seriously sometime
About our link with holy world
Many a time it has been struck with or told

Now enough water has flowed
The river has allowed
Time lapse with restraint
It has patches left behind with dark paint