Still Not Late Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Still Not Late
You are deep in impurity
So can not attain purity
You are human being
So believe life as circus ring
You have role of joker
Who cries but acts as smoker?
Life is under cloud
But he speaks loud
Parent too act as guardian
Whether Indian, European or African
Role is same to perform
When child is born
Religion is taught
All thoughts are fought
Some kind of belief is injected
Rest all is brushed aside and rejected
I find in early morning
When cuckoo is singing
In his glory with praises
I pray but with many doubts to raise
I fail to understand
Where do we stand?
In the name of religion
In all the regions
Can we not profess?
With one face
True picture of love and hate
As it is still not late
Juwita Heart - - if we know the wind whispers we are not looking anymore Other than that there a few shakes encourage fresh achieve faith may sound out wandering in the right 9 hours ago · Unlike · 1
Marieta Maglas True picture of love and hate 28 minutes ago · Unlike · 1
Ashraful Musaddeq. I fail to understand Where do we stand? In the name of religion In all the regions 4 minutes ago · Unlike · 1
Never too late as long as you are alive Fred Lassonde5 minutes ago Turn to Jesus while yet time. John 14: 6 Comment +1 meaningful
b. w. wagner6 minutes ago needs some work, but overall good writing, thanks for sharing
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You are deep in impurity So can not attain purity