No Longer Carry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I will no longer carry the sad events
Push them in corner and offer no comments
It is difficult to isolate but no other way
All the time it will detract and your attention away

It is sad to write about it or keep in memory
Eyes become wet and land you to feel sorry
Mostly the childhood friends remain in mind
You feel elated when remember them as very kind

I had friend called “Ratan” meaning jewel
He was lame but brilliant and would always excel
He had sharp mind of wise man and always advise
I felt so bad when heard the news of his demise

Some of my friends would push him to the ground
They will pull the cloths, give chase and surround
He will stare at them with pity and helpless face
He would still not curse the almighty for not being in the race

It is often sarcastically commented
Cut joke on their helplessness and resented
No one would come forward for good proposal
They will be kept aside with quick disposal

Today I find him close to the chest
Even though he is no more but still served as best
I remember once he said in my ears
“Never forget mom even if passed many years”

I realize what did he exactly mean?
He put it to me soberly and very clean
It did not have any coating of sugar
He tried his best and remained all the time eager

I am on the last leg of journey
Still I am being invaded by many
I don’t know what they mean by heavenly abode
I think it may be mentioned as path to reach to God