Not Important Here
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Not important here
Thursday,26th September 2019
Nothing is important
when we love to present
memory becomes instant
then it turns into past
flowers appear fresh
with petals open and rush
the fragrance to make us feel
that the world is beautiful
today's thing becomes past history
we witness it daily
still, cling to with an attachment
it seems good at the moment
this is a reality
it has been made by an almighty
so people tend to forget it
with no blame to fate
everything is perishable
including the life of people
it gives a shock when someone is dead
but we need to plead with a conscience
Hasmukh Mehta
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