As I Write Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

So many sleepless nights and no answer
No specific answer why clouds shower?
Why do they come in time and spread over the land?
Why nature has special attachment with trend?

I want to ink those special moments
They are really occasioned with blessed events
Some where hidden with emotional linking
No clues whatsoever and eyes star blinking

Look at the sky when it illuminates
When sun rises with bright rays from east gates!
Find the whole day with hectic activities
Later on to show with moon’s niceties

Even stars in the sky don’t lag behind
They twinkle but show nothing worthwhile to find
I find their role very sober and limited
The urge for more secrets is really ignited

I am aware of human sentiments
To be taken into consideration for many comments
Cry and tears, joy and happiness present different mood
I have known them all and thoroughly understood

I find the life not less enterprising
It may certainly need some promising
I might pray and ask for blessings
Think over the lapses which had gone missing

I shall not dwell on short comings
But narrate on happy welcoming
Specifically mention about the role of jealousies
Long neglected human values and miseries

I think of daily deaths and new births
Disproportionate to births over deaths
Boom for population but gloom for humanity
As not enough means to sustain economy

I shall write only those things
Which may reflect ordinary but highlight specific things?
I may certainly pen down happy child days
Give them prominence and importance to stay