What Lies Ahead? Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have never counted starts in sky,
No wings, but with imaginations try to fly,
Never claim high and feet firmly on ground
Hunt is on till new treasure is found

Am I not capable of achieving goal?
Do I not have the honesty and pure soul?
Mind is pre-occupied with if and buts
Chances are less but may face it with guts

Have to keep pace with changing world,
Try and usher in era while not developing cold
Hair may disappear and head becomes bald,
Resolution of high order and approach bold

Has vigour become thing of past?
Nothing should be left till it lasts,
Sky is the limit and areas so vast
Truest always in self and never doubts cast,

I may not go far and find place among,
Race may be halted and not go long,
Voice may be blurred not suitable for song,
Still keeping head high as find no wrong,

Time may run out as deals may have clout,
Victory less in sight with possibility of rout,
Relation may turn sour and can’t think about
Unexpected may happen with many more fall outs

Life is full of challenge with hard task ahead
We have to make move and take a lead
Challenge must be accepted and correctly read
With application of mind keeping and cooling head

Situation may not improve by simple thinking
Ship may run aground and wait for sinking
Nothing could be salvaged if not properly thought
Something still could be achieved if hard battles fought