Real Sad Moments Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life remains as puzzle
We always struggle
Sometimes enjoy the fruit
And sometimes brunt too

It moves on
But what is not known?
The poet’s soul
Gives different call

He is all about love and harmony
His imagination is sent to many
The depiction of rare imagery
And above all, human misery too

He goes to the extent
Of painting woes that is prevalent
But unable to address with words
He pray for it to the lord

We all are part
But what departs from daily life?
We ignore true sentiments
Love nothing but feel sad moments