Lips invite

Saturday,30th March 2019

 

My lips remain starved

not feel weary but well behaved

thinking of no danger

and suffer from an anger

 

life may pose problems

and make me struggle

but that is part of the journey

I feel no dismay

 

I am subjected to

the cruel staring and commented

but I take no offense

and feel worried about the tease

 

I look forward

with the promising word

that life and death is as usual and part

anybody shall depart at anytime

 

let us harvest love

and believe

in its rich yield

this opinion is held by all

 

if my smile remains unnoticed

and not conveys anything as promised

I shall paint my lips with fresh natural color

that shall instill the hope for honor

 

Hasmukh Mehta

http://www.poemhunter.com/hasmukh-amathalal