Nobody In The Boat Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was not me at all
How could have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient

How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality

I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known

Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing

Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error

The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention

Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?

It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover

I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat