Black Heart Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I claim to be an honest man
May be the same cases with women
After all we claim to be human beings
Pawn in life game and working in circus rings

Is it our own creation to be zealous?
Is it an urge within to become famous?
By claming notoriety or noble deeds
Or simply creating unstoppable greed

How many excuses we exchange while sitting in corner?
Sleepless nights passed merely to console the sinner soul
How weakly we justify our wrong approach by arguments?
Not a single second we have to spare for it and resent

May be heart has changed the color in process
It might have guessed the true color with access
I fully concur with the fine assessment arrived
How long we may go on with mind so connived?

I have no answer but heart beats to respond
Synchronize the action and skillfully correspond
If I come out of it liberally it shall be great achievement
There may be nothing more to do at that moment

We are dragged in to mix up with eye wash theory
We shake the inner strength and memory
If that has come over with assertive voice
The heart will be at rest without any choice

We breathe in peaceful harmony for no fear of curse
As it has positively responded with no more remorse
This is how human mind works with changed heart
Everything is put at rest and made a good start

If person tries to forget past with all misdeeds
He will have no reason to worry or have any need
It is human nature to react positively with conscience
It is fearful of nature’s wrath in case felt with essence

Not bad at all to have black heart
But to change when shown as skilful art
“Better late than never” in responding to real time
We are, therefore, forgiven with black heart sometimes