Movement Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Moving
On in life
With all those
Bittersweet moments
When-
One can't understand
Other one's tongue
Left with an option
Realizing the power
Of visual language
A great medium
And solace
Setting up a tone
Listening
To voice of the soul.

But, the mind is made
A dustbin
Putting entire waste
Anger, hatred and jealousy
Into it-
In place of keeping pearls
Love, happiness and sweetness
Into the treasure box.
As such-
No one accepts change
Change is hard initially
Disorganized in the hub
And gorgeous at the end.

Whereas, life is a flow
Flow of enjoyment
In tune with time
Ever changing-
Flowing like a river
And one can't touch
The same flow twice!

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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.