Own Dream And Style Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Own dream and style

No one has time to feel
About your sorrows and then fill
With condolences
It is simple mental stress

Why do you feel loneliness?
Why should you bring it on face?
To be noticed by people
And then they come to make little peaceful

We write about sorrows
But how do they come and go?
Do you want people to know?
Make jokes and then blow all over

We must make it look of general nature
Display the mental agony and steps to ensure
The right thinking of not taking it to mind
And reasonable way to find solution

It is our journey
Blessed by an almighty
We got to make it worthwhile
And live with own dream and style