No Warmth
M
Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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No warmth
Monday,1st November 2021
Even though she was in my arm
I felt no warmth
no calm breath
as if to have lost faith
and feared more about death
what was not reassuring?
I was measuring
was there no cure?
what failed to lure?
I tried to make sure
even if life is uncertain!
let us maintain
the dignity and honour
to move further
and bring down uncertain curtain here
Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt
World poet laureate
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