With New Inkling Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With new inkling

No angels no
Let it go
As usual
And not to be treated casual

I want to shed
And make it dead
The habit
That prevents me to greet

It has outer feeling
That comes willing
To see better
And act as helper

But it drags
And creates snag
In thinking
And again I am sinking

I burn with jealousy
And react angrily
That why I did not get better deal
In mind I badly feel

Remove such evil
And fill
It with some other kind of feeling
I want the life with new inkling