The Time Is Running Out Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The time is running out
I face the worst possible rout
I still do not know what is it all about?
There is more of suspicion and clout

I bow down to God and pray for courage
I knell down and sincerely ask about the ways to manage
This is the only when to come out of crisis
The religion and belief has its deep basis

I am tired of all these politics
I am not convinced by any of statistics
It has nothing to do with my inner voice
I prefer peace with less noise

I search peace from all the direction
But it needs all resolute actions
I can not afford to be impatient
As the situation is very complacent

Let time run out and pressure too mount
It should not off balance or lead to any amount
It is constant drive and frantic search
I can not halt but have to make march

It is compelling me to withdraw
I am unable or in position to draw
It is pushing me to the extreme corner
I am asking for favor and support to garner

I have no strength to go further and move
It has developed fatigue and can’t remove
It may strand me and prove disastrous
I have to move on continuous

I had decided to give up at one stage
In such condition it is difficult to manage
The desperate search should not be left
The need to go on is definitely felt

I would love to move on
The crisis should be blown over and won
It may prove suicidal if relented
You will be pushed and shunted

I need moral support from friends
To some extent It may help to end
It encourages you to stand up and fight
Only the search and cause should be right

It is very hard and truly unbearable
I have many doubts but still capable of
It may not ruin me completely but Cripple
The misery will be doubled or tripled

I may be hardly in position to go ahead
You all have to land me support and lead
I know the fate and can clearly read
I want to live with honor and raise the head

Come to my rescue if you really can
From pillars to post I have ran
It has paid me no reward on return
I wan t it to be changed or turned