Now Futile Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Now Futile

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I wanted to be applauded
Patiently heard
Talked about and honored
Tried all the ways and explored

What was coming in between?
Was it Arrogance?
Or ego?
Or self respect

I thought about all
“No not at all”!
It was something else
It was my existence itself

Why was I expecting so much?
When it was not meaning as such
What would have happened if I was called “Sir”
Or for that matter “O, my savior”

Patronage,
Honor
Titles
All seemed now futile

Why could I not think of being ordinary?
Was it not enough title granted by almighty?
Why did I forget that it was most honored way?
What has detracted me to think other way?

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 18 March 2014

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 17 March 2014

welcome Lisa Lombardi and Alpa Suba like this. a few seconds ago · Like

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 17 March 2014

Ok michael attaya16 minutes ago Good message Good story

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 17 March 2014

I wanted to be applauded Patiently heard

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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