Sooth The Soul-Poet

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Sooth the soul-poet Sunday,25th July 2021 As a schoolboy it seemed a symbol of decoy everybody was speaking lies or trying to convince the wrong way as I grew and knew this was the reality I bowed down before an almighty 'God' give me strength and courage to take a calm breath escape, as far as possible, from telling the untruth and soothe the soul somewhere, it was creating a hurdle somewhere people were not convinced sometimes my own conscience did not permit anyhow it was an internal struggle and didn't suit me as a poet, the path was open something true was to be written by my pen, sometimes. the situation forced me to remain desperately driven but in mind, the answer was certainly given the poet and poetry both belong to the powerful arms of the divinity it has deep penetration and impact and this is one of the astonishing facts poetry is not the medium to propagate your thinking but it is a genuine way of inkling by seeing the things around and some burning problems on the ground Dr Hasmukh Mehta D.Litt, Folt

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