Zannat...Heaven Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Zannat* here, hell here, life here
With joy and happiness to be spent dear
Why to cry and resent for bad luck?
Why to lament and curse when simply struck?

My zannat* is at home
Stands at door and welcome
Ushers me inside and offers comfort
I have reached the bay with her support

She is not only beautiful
But kind at heart and successful
In her work she is really wonderful
With out I could have been zero or half full

I speak nothing in her praise
But gracefully acknowledge on face
"I would have been no where dear"
I live with happiness without any fear

When you are around
Joy and happiness is found
Moon and stars may shine in their place
I have nothing look at you and chase

My universe is here
I do nothing which may cause her to shed tear
Yet sometimes I loose sight of vision
That leads to some bitterness and confusion

I have no regret being ordinary man
She is no less than heavenly woman
What has she gained from me as her man?
I think and probably no answer she can

It will be too much if I say some more words
But it will be ungrateful of me if my words are not heard
I may not say plainly on her face acknowledge
She is always there in my sacred heart temple as inscribed page

She has never uttered a word in desperation
Maintained all time calm with beautiful relation
All women are same with gifted heart
Only we need to develop vision and see it as heavenly art

* Zannat…. heaven