Where To Go Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I don't know where to go
How to handle bitterness and forgo
If given little option and control
I shall restrain before it takes heavy toll

Why do we surrender to psychological blackmail?
Why all our sensitivity gets lost and fails?
Why are we unable to exercise mature thoughts?
So many plans in mind but finally caught

That is called human misery and unstable mind
We are helpless and have no means to find
The path that can be guided by precision instrument
Precisely controlled with no wrong movement

I discussed this with people from many walks
Heard them patiently with free and frank talk
They had only one thing in common to say
No one else can help you where you have solution and way

The mind works in erratic manner
It can drag you in open sooner or later
If exercise control and have balanced view
You can have anything that is certainly due

We have all sorts of commitment
Some with promises and some with positive movement
Yet there is likelihood of fall back and complete failure
At this time stable mind thinks of way out and assure

I have seen and observed about love and real life
How to retain composure and calm with trouble and strife?
Certain things come in favor with bold approach and good reasoning
Few things badly fare as we think with bias and with irrelevant poisoning

We can never come up or get out of mind's domination
It has formidable control and direct relation
It can keep you in stable condition
As well as with little flare up for ignition