I Am Thirsty Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am thirsty

Wednesday, April 11,2018
2: 02 PM

I stand in the river
But find no cover
For exposing the weaknesses
I feel it as bad phase

I thought of living a simple life
But the start was felt as dismal and sharp as a knife
I wanted to tell the truth
But each time was tempted not to pass through

What will happen if I only follow!
And rest of the people not allow me
To live peacefully
And also gracefully

The first time, I felt real thirst
Should I be the first or remain last
There is no end to our desires
People talk sweet but internally admire the luxury

It is end time attachment
Where the person feels internal movement
To keep off from worldly pleasures
And stand above water as lotus