Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

For talks, not only days
but nights will be less,
years may pass by,
but never be the end,
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Why my feet are crumbling?
What is worrying and nailing?
Is it rough weather for sailing?
Is there no opportunity for availing?
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I look towards sky with helplessness,
But life filled with joy and sweetness,
For centuries man kind failed to witness,
Holy creations lived so happily in oneness,
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I lived not up to expectations
Thus raised distrust and many questions,
Had promised to keep words,
In the name of God and also Lords,
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Inwardly I felt something has gone wrong,
I felt isolated and far from being among,
Not at ease to breathe and sing a song,
Weakness surface and taking away will power strong,
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I sit under tree and think in isolation,
unable to perform or offer consolation,
does this matter? or merely a question,
is it absured thinking without any relation?
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As I was bidding bye to mother,
Found there shining object other,
Mom was waving hand in smile,
I was stunned and amused for while,
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Pardon me for being novice,
Have no choice and no device,
Can you just render simple an advice,
It Will only add and need to suffice?
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Nilia my dearest friend on line,
Always ask for my health and news fine,
Bearing so cute face and innocent smile,
I used to loose concentration for a while,
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Why people all the time need praise?
Is it inherent which makes their head to raise?
Does that step seem to be wise?
Who has it all for surprise?
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