For High Slot Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Self deception can turn
Heaven into barren
Desolate the garden
Make the man as inhuman

Why o chat self?
When there is nothing is shelf?
Except to fool
The lovely people!

Seek no advice
Until assured of full promise
Not with hollow words
But guidance to look forward

Intelligence has no place
When there is no race
Accommodate with straight and innocent
As they need you at present

It is good to dream for high slot
The position has to be fought
With caliber and sense of fulfillment
And not with arrogance or impediment