An Issue Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I always wished to have dreams in bed
I never knew my cheeks were turning red
It was really unique experience to feel in such a way
I wished always to have good dreams to come and stay

It reminded me of all the kinds of beds
Most fascinating was rose’s bed
How best feeling one may have in it
When it is nicely laid for him to sit?

How vast is river bank and its bed
Its path is constant and continuously lead
It is like snails carve out on print
It is marvelous and gives magical hint

The sea bed has remained unexplored
So much treasure might have been stored
It has never been imagined in depth
The exploration has resulted into many deaths

I have nothing to imagine about hidden wealth
I may be quite happy with my good health
I must get good sleep when try to have
I may not have matured vies to behave

I shall say no to anything
Happiness has got to do something
What is it to us if we gain all?
Meet the death at first call

I may rest nicely in all the nights
Will not allow the conflicting views to fight
It may be right course for me to pursue
I shall not make it as an issue

It is natural to think a lot
Quite a number of times you might have fought
The solutions might not have been sought
But some solace it might have definitely brought