Writing On Wall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was just plane writing on wall
I must have taken it a serious call
She was on and off repeating same thing
There was hidden message through something

There may be long wait
All dependants on fate
How can one think and rate?
It is difficult to state

New car can have speed trial
It ahs to pass test on arrival
How does it apply when one is eternal?
And another is a physical and external

One can dream of golden goose
At the end beautiful race to loose
Yet many things remain to choose
Beautiful memory and enough of woes

Hope only may endure and last
The meaning of love is not limited but vast
One looses the race but gains confidence
Only one and only one beautiful incidence

Who follows whom in this worldly stage?
Who acts better and performs with age?
Who sets in the beautiful and golden cage?
Only smiles and admiration without scope for rage

What have I to with rising of sun beam?
When they have ganged against me as team?
Why is that concerning for rising of moon?
When I have to see the stars in the noon?