A Go Back Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I shall say good luck
Do not come but go back
Before night sets
And birds return to nest

The sun has blazed all the way
I was tired throughout out the day
I could find no refuge
The ordeal seemed to me very huge

How long the coolness may remain
It may prove hollow and cause pain
Sea may calm down with blue water
Only some noise from ship's hooter

I need some rest
It is enduring test
How to retrace and come back?
There is slight pain in neck

Eyes too have given up the quest
The sun is heading towards west
Soon everything may calm down
I may be left alone to claim it own

What would I get from your lovely stare?
Where will it take and lead me where?
Am I not comfortable and happy here?
With your memory I have no fear

Don't trouble me with eye's glare
I am lost and simply unaware
How do I say or deny it as unfair?
I shall watch it closely at upstairs

I can hold you close to the chest
I have nothing to worry about rest
Should I be shunted back or pushed?
There is no need to be rushed

Do not look at foot prints on sand?
They may represent emissary or brand
They may speak volumes of past
Still the day may not be over so fast


The body and soul may separate
One may blame and not equate
Why should I go for it and narrate?
I should accept it as mere fate

I did not wait for rain to drop
I simply considered show as flop
I might have failed it to manage
This may go off only with age

It is not stab from the back
It ism admission very frank
There may be some compulsions
We may have to face the diversions

Not all the rivers may reach deep sea
She may not realize it in hours of wee
It is rushing madness in speed
Who will care for advice and heed?

It is accepted as fate not accomplished
Still life moves on and not finished
It may sometime on the way perished
Still it will not lower the attempts to be rushed

Come back or go back doesn't matter
Nothing is left behind to utter
We may be shuttling the ferry here and there
We got to find rest point somewhere