Look At Horizones Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My eyes look at horizons and not blink
Heart skips a bit, refuses to obey and sink
Face turns pale from colour pink
Endless struggle and so much to think

I see the earth torn apart by season
Water boiling to a level without any reason
We have similar situation with troubles in lot
I try to find out the trouble spot,

Thought for a while it may heavily rain
Concern or worry will no longer remain
I always get panicky with bad news
Things slip away from hand and unable to view

Dryness on face with deep visible cracks
As earth turns dry with patches black
Green trees on sides but no shade
Throat seems slit with sharp blade

Rain and pain went away for good,
I remained speechless without any mood
Face reflected concern for shortage of food
Strong efforts to come out of wood,

Rain did not turn up in this season
No certainty without any reason
It caused so much worry and tension
So much was at stake and in question

Rain came at last but with little of water,
No relief, no joy and situation still tougher
No respite in addition to sufferings
It is not end to…………..

I sit and thin for no further hope
Situation tight as if to walk on rope
Days of isolation and unable to speak
Future seemed hopeless and very bleak

The position remains same and nothing is changed
Nothing seems in order and properly arranged,
Earth may show visible cracks and still will bear,
I may not have that courage, and power to hear