Walking Bare Foot Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I thought of walking bare foot
On the ground while I was preparing to shoot
It was nice bird flying in air
Suddenly nice idea rushed to look and stare

What was I doing to that beautiful bird?
Why at all I wanted to kill with silent word?
This thought made me restless
Was I not burdening on earth’s surface?

The heart ached and breathed fast
Was my life, in similar way, going to last?
The thought hit me deep inside
The line was drawn clearly to divide

I walked freely on surface
There was so much shine on face
I had satisfaction of feeling right man
In sense, really kind and human

I owed life to an Almighty
What right I had to take away life of somebody?
I though of noble mission right from now
The single incidence had opened eyes to know more