I Become Restless Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

O, lord why do I become restless
Why do I turn pale on my face?
I was staunch believer and truly followed
Why was I stopped and not allowed?

I bow down before you to find only tears
I forget my pain and think how you could bear?
All tortures and pain kept unto self
All wounds and scares given by the wolves

You uttered no words from mouth
Swore no reprisals and considered it not worth
Gave away only blessings for what they were doing
There was no use for convincing and wooing

Lord, I see the visible pain
Your eyes speak it with worries main
You are tired and tied in chain
All your persuasions not gone still in vain

I feel pain of each and every wound
Your pardon to ignorant seems very sound
Such exemplary feet is no where found?
I find anarchy and disbelief everywhere and all around

I have no guts to ask for any reprieve
I have missed all opportunities and deceived
How do I come to you for total forgiveness?
What moral courage do I have to see you and face?

I feel and weep from deep inside
I have come near to you to confide
I have taken vow with simple thought to decide
I shall lye low and never attempt to ride

How could I avail all luxury and feel happy?
You could easily make them happy and merry
You were like ocean and carried full sympathy
You were special messenger from almighty

My heart goes down with full grief
I can only meet eyes for very brief
As I know it will be a real test
I shall not stand good even if try very best

I want to touch your feet and only cry
I don’t want to go into reasons and ask why
It may not render all what I want as an answer
It will be done only when rain may hit my body with shower

I shall pick little calmness from divine touch
As everything has betrayed me as such
I shall stand to gain from hollow sky
I will look at it with opens eyes and try

Let me wash your feet with my sincere tears
I wish to see those eyes and passionately hear
You will murmur only one word
With that love I shall come out and look forward