Looks Unreal Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Thoughtless sky allows no one
Not even consciousness or dear ones
Nothing appeals
Everything looks unreal

Sun may have permanent place
Moon may have enough room to race
Stars need no space at all
They smile and give twinkling call

They seem useless
With me in all the cases
I fail to think of my place
I may soon settle in any case

I had some ideas about world
But that were bluntly put on hold
I was afraid of putting in day light
But I thought not it right

Writer or poets are having their own class
They have an ability to hold nerves and pass
Let us dream about real things and present
I have no reason to feel bad and resent