Lucky Person Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Everything I welcome
In the dreams when they come
Vanish as soon as emerge the day
When I am back in world to stay

It is day's routine
I work hard and feel fine
Consider life as gift from divine power
Wait for luck to smile and shower

With all kind of illusions
There remains confusion
What is the life all about?
When soul is taken out

I leave it to theoreticians
Rest all fight to politicians
To adore the beauty to beauticians
I remain mere figure as human

I don't know what fruit that day gave to me
But I think about it when sit under tree
It has whole picture before me as vision
The scenes pass off as that on screen

But I love the nights so much
They are not troublesome as such
Friends and workers all clash day time
I miss there treachery night time

I enjoy scenes in dream
They make me happy and not force to scream
They are pleasant and good enough to enjoy
As day, otherwise, is hectic with no joy

I love dreams as it attaches no condition
I am the only one as lead actor in fine edition
It takes me happily along peaceful road
Life seems quiet without any load

The person is lucky to have all these stuff
As it is appearance of day's route with no bluff
It comes in organized manner to please
Life become again challenge and spent at ease