An Eyes On Horizons Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My eyes couldn’t reach the horizon
I could see it divided into zones
I still owned large chunk of the land
I had complete control, in mu hand

It has come after logn struggle
I know it is like water bubble
I may not be here to own it for long
All my efforts may prove me wrong

I proudly stand on land and acclaim
I have every reason to believe and claim
It has no validity behind any assumption
The life stands for only time consumption

One may come and stay for a while
He may be astonished at the flow of Nile
How much one can pick from its abundant flow?
Not enough asdit will prove very slow

There is no end to lust
Thought efforts are necessary and must
If hold for longer period then iron also may rust
Name too will disappear id blown over by dust

What happens when eye sight becoems weak?
When you are confined to bed and fell sick?
You have no power to hold the stick
Chances to hold firm recede and bleak

How do you then proclaim as victory?
How do you prevent locking of factory?
The control seemes to be loosing ground
No favorable situation is ever found

Well, this had been advocated then and now
It was put bluntly to hold it firmly and how
We paid no attention to exploit it at bare minimum
The complete life was lost to acquire maximum

It is slipping away from hand at eleventh hour
We have no time to count the years
It had been complet waste of life span
We roamed whole pond like swan