Sensitive part
Sunday,14th July 2019
No other organs
to feel like a human being
with a beautiful art
to remain a precious part
it speaks everything
through the eyes for something
that has to be shown
and owned by the conscious
it has only one treasure
for our sadness and pleasure
to speak nothing with words
but reveal the wishes of Lord
it shall reflect
in loneliness and act
with whatever it has in store
and harmoniously explore
never to curse
and feel with remorse
it is only the heart
our pride possession and sensitive part
Hasmukh Mehta
Courtesy: Krista Tripett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem