Silver Lines Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Silver Lines

Rating: 5.0


Sky was studded with dark clouds,
Rushing all over with big sounds,
Impeded danger of heavy down pour,
Adding of woes to already poor,

I never felt so poor and helpless,
Why He was using the goodness?
Tearing apart the dark clouds,
Who were waiting for flash pounds?

She was kept bonded behind the dark,
Would have been freed with little spark?
There were silver lines ready to burst,
I had full faith and bestowed trust,

Suddenly it took dramatic turn,
Sun rays were making complete return,
Sky was lit with bright sun shine,
She stood there smiling for the while,

I couldn’t understand the simple massage,
Why clouds disappeared while making passage?
May be it was temporary phase?
I thanked God and took it with complete ease,

There was impeding danger like dark clouds,
I was slowly loosing my ground,
Love was HIS blessings and newly found,
All agreed for union and came round,

I wish it to happen with all my friends,
Who wished me success and flowers send?
My story was not success but had happy end,
Turning to HIM for success was not new but good trend

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indani Narayan 09 October 2009

Sky was studded with dark clouds, Rushing all over with big sounds,

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Sadia Hussain 14 October 2009

Sky was studded with dark clouds, Rushing all over with big sounds, Impeded danger of heavy down pour, Adding of woes to already poor,

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Venkat Ramanna 15 October 2009

I sit silent and seek no solace, Looking for hut and not the palace, Simple desire with no strings attached,

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Sita Kesri 16 October 2009

never felt so poor and helpless, Why He was using the goodness? Tearing apart the dark clouds

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Ramdulari Sinha 16 October 2009

Sky was studded with dark clouds, Rushing all over with big sounds, Impeded danger of heavy down pour, Adding of woes to already poor,

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Kunwar Patel 24 October 2009

Sky was studded with dark clouds, Rushing all over with big sounds, Impeded danger of heavy down pour,

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Saroj Davde 22 October 2009

never felt so poor and helpless, Why He was using the goodness

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Sangita Rao 18 October 2009

Sky was studded with dark clouds, Rushing all over with big sounds, Impeded danger of heavy down pour, Adding of woes to already poor,

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Twinkle Vohra 16 October 2009

She was kept bonded behind the dark, Would have been freed with little spark? There were silver lines ready to burst,

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Edwina K 16 October 2009

Why He was using the goodness? Tearing apart the dark clouds, Who were waiting for flash pounds?

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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