Oh! Dear Friend Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Oh, Dear Friend, great poet, just think of it and quiet
No one is deceiving you than the fate
You must catch the bull by horn
Don’t wait for any calculation and turn

Time and tide can be turned into favor
If you make adjustments minor
Nothing can be achieved if you merely look at sky
Ask useless questions and think why

How and why wind must stop from blowing?
How mistakes can be repeated despite knowing?
How come you don’t pick danger signal in time?
Once or twice you can be pardoned but not all times

Let us not enter into blame game
From no where it is imposed or came
It is how farmers smell earth in monsoon
And prepare for field and get ready soon

Does the day and night only because they need?
Do they postpone or pre-pone for any advice to heed?
It is all our folly and we search mere excuses
We advance all arguments and blame when miss the bus

No dream can come true until you put soul in it
No effort can succeed until you prove capable and fit
Time needs great craftsman to imagine and prepare
Any eventuality to be seized and openly dared

If I am given chance and favorable condition
I shall definitely go and dash with burning desire and ignition
I shall care for no day, night or odd situation
But surge ahead with strong resolve and continuation

Come all and join hands with m in countering
The menace and uncertainty created in mind for altering
It is we only who can hail against storm
Remain determined, enthusiastic and always warm