Makes Me Bleed Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Makes Me Bleed
It makes me bleed and hurts most
Irreparable loss though nothing lost
It may not be material loss or damage
Makes you unseat and difficult to manage
Why to distrust and cast a doubt?
Why sudden loss of face and turn about?
Is there any secret understanding or clout?
Why sudden loss of battle and rout?
It pains and hurts my conscience
I must go into oblivion with silence
Knock the inner voice and ask for remedy
Why life turns so hostile with such comedy?
I will not stand up and face the weather
Neither I will cry or continuously bother
May consider it as set back and differ with
Opinion of others but not suffer
It gave me enough of strength and joy
Full of real sense and simple tactics employ
Nothing so particular or malice intention
Still it stood as test and raised question
I must search the soul and repent
No to further quest and consent
Confine to realm with utmost sincerity
Steady pace and no more hostility
I should go down with human dignity
Love to live with simple natural beauty
Who is there on earth without any blame?
Can any one remain aloof and claim?
I too would live with no malign intent
Avoid unpleasant scne and remain content
God is so kind to grant us whatever we desire
Why then we hesitate and not even admire?
An inward-looking poem…despite the external odds…with an urge and endeavour for equipoise and sangfroid…which is so essential for a life of meaning.
It pains and hurts my conscience I must go into oblivion with silence
Why to distrust and cast a doubt? Why sudden loss of face and turn about? Is there any secret understanding or clout?
will not stand up and face the weather Neither I will cry or continuously bother
It pains and hurts my conscience I must go into oblivion with silence Knock the inner voice and ask for remedy Why life turns so hostile with such comedy? this is strong point in words i love it
Is there any secret understanding or clout? Why sudden loss of battle and rout?
Why to distrust and cast a doubt? Why sudden loss of face and turn about?
I must search the soul and repent No to further quest and consent Confine to realm with utmost sincerity Steady pace and no more hostility
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Why to distrust and cast a doubt? Why sudden loss of face and turn about? Is there any secret understanding or clout