Love, no poetry

Friday, April 20, 2018
11: 21 AM

Nothing touches 
But reaches
To my heart
Your simple art

No, they are not your verses
With so many misses
But the hidden cry and passion
That strives for human relation 

It touches my soul 
And I try to respond to the call 
But alas! I miss a beat
And face an illusion to meet

My eyes remain starved
And observe
That unseen pathetic woe
It simply echoes mind and blows

My imagination has crippled
And misled
To believe what is real
I earnestly miss and feel 

I have few more years to live
And leave my fancy to believe
Yes, there is some attraction
Maybe it can be the poetic relation 

I shall go down as a poet
And remain quiet 
For the songs of human sufferings
I shall have to remain simple as the human being 

Hasmukh Amathalal