Many Chances Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Many Chances
So far and thereafter
It was just slaughter
The soul was placed before unreal world
“Nothing shall accompany you” I was often told
“Let an end come” later on
By the time I shall be gone
The journey shall be easily spent
Life shall be realized as dreamt
But what is this?
Why am I restless?
Why no one supports?
I am confused with such sort of things
I must mend
Or end
Life with single knot
Life shall not be fought further
Was this the real solution?
There was, in fact, confusion
I considered myself as slave of circumstances
Even though I missed many chances
Was this the real solution? There was, in fact, confusion I considered myself as slave of circumstances Even though I missed many chances
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So far and thereafter It was just slaughter The soul was placed before unreal world “Nothing shall accompany you” I was often told “Let an end come” later on By the time I shall be gone The journey shall be easily spent Life shall be realized as dreamt But what is this? Why am I restless? Why no one supports? I am confused with such sort of things I must mend Or end Life with single knot Life shall not be fought further Was this the real solution? There was, in fact, confusion I considered myself as slave of circumstances Even though I missed many chances