Am Cruel Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am cruel but not kind
I have eyes but still blind
Path wide open but no decision
Nothing to see with blurred vision

Can I be termed as simple curse?
No attachment and good feeling to nurse
I am human being still of course
You lead me to the light and show the course

I am burden and useless force
I have no means to know it from any source
I have been misguided and taken to extreme
I have disregarded even authority supreme

I forgot to take short note
My ship was simply afloat
It has no gadget to find direction
It may sink any time with simple action

What makes me so arrogant and proud?
Why I don’t keep shut and speak so loud?
Why my feet are not firmly placed on the ground?
I am not sure whether my mortal will ever be found

I never thought of being alone
The property can be destroyed by cyclone
The trees can be uprooted from the roots
Why was I thumping unnecessarily the foot?

I am hundred percent sure to perish
The life may soon end or finish
I don’t have to perform such foolish venture
What Am I gathering here for simple future?

I need to awake for better world
Sunny days and no bitter cold
I will suffer here only as it has been told
I shall have no soul but left with enough gold

I need to catch popular pulse
All negative ideas must be repulsed
Share the grief and be very brief
This may grant me some momentary relief