Victorious Man Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Victorious man

It is not about sunrise
It is not about even surprise
Life has moved on
From childhood to the days so far gone

What a journey to look back?
In disbelief the head to shake
Was this me really in picture?
I still refuse to be sure

Whatever I did was for survival
Faced all sorts of problems on arrival
The means might have been cruel or unfair
But I had to protect my self from the rear

There is no fun in regretting it
No use to curse self and consider unfit
To be human and prefer isolation
It was all about life in question

Life demanded challenges
I survived and managed
Reached at peak and remained on top
Till I realized that it must stop

Yes now sun too has preferred to set in west
After long crusade in a day with crucial test
It is how we evaluate the life journey
Even though granted on lease by almighty

"If I can remain as human" I used to pray
Never surrendered to anybody's sway
Yet I had enough at heart to feel pity
On self for useless struggle daily

I carried on with friends and masters
It was real path that made me to run faster
Faster than my ability till exhaustion
Till I felt it as success without any kind of frustration

No one stopped me or said a word
As I did not prefer to look backward
It was race against time and cycle
I was to prove as victorious man with struggle

thought plantation.. Armaan pasha