After Witch Hunt Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I don’t go after witch hunt
I have suffered and bore the brunt
Though I succeded in creating the shunt
There was enough of bonding though I was blunt

The thoughts were invading in empty space
The mind was fully occupied with race
There was duality in presenting the face
I was not prepared to go down in any case

I have seen the reasons behind
Anything especially I couldn’t find
It was definitely a tug of war
I was not at all a shining star

I had strong medium to present
All views across the table to represent
Though there was mad rush of conflicting views
It was sometimes drawing critical reviews

The poets are not at all at ease
They eagerly wait for its release
There is tremendous scope for its clash
They appear in mind like flash

It is pure art to put the ideas across
You may sometimes draw the flake or cross
It is pure imagination to have taken real shape
It may get you galore or put restrictions or cap

How it is going to be done is not anybody’s job?
One has to see to it clearly that it is not going to rob
It is traditional thinking coupled with originality
To bring it in new form is real quality

The thought may emerge and fade so soon
Like stars in sky but not seen in noon
The small poets may twinkle on the horizon
They may not restrict to any theory of zones