Self Prophecy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Self prophecy
Saturday,13th July 2019

I never said her
openly and bothered
she had offered it unconditionally
I thanked her verbally

I evaluated myself
and considered as a hidden treasure in the shelf
the treasure was for the self
it was of no use to others

I always wanted the lady
to remain with me daily
and of course till an end
and cleared my stand too

I kept only one concept
and was very prompt
in disclosing the mind
but I failed to find that type of companion

I wished the lady of my choice
but failed to give promise
that I too was living an ideal life
that had only roses on the way and not with the torn strife

it is very strange
to manage
the prophecy
and expect somebody of high moral standard

Hasmukh Mehta
Courtesy: Charles Bukowaski