With His Loving Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
With His Loving Art
It needs no knock
Or time with clock
It is happening
With natural timing
The heart was hard
Needed sweet words
But so far remained restricted
With no more entry and attempt inflicted
I cursed the result
Is it insult?
I thought but kept quiet
As I took it as hard fate
Suddenly some birds sang
And it rang
Inside with sweet bells
As if was to tell new
I feel kindness
And shine on face
He has ruptured my heart
With his loving art
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Mantu Mahakul xEverything is happening as per time and nobody should be worried at all. Kindness and its shine on face all should definitely feel. Beautiful imagery in this poem really shared. 2 Mar by Mantu Mahakul | Reply
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