A Helpless Animal Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why are we called helpless animal?
Even though we can help and perform well
We have all type of sentiments to react
How far do we go that all depends on the act?

Basically linked with selfish motives
In case they are so sensitive
Generally not all acts are self oriented
It forces him not to act and prevented

It may hardly matter even if pursued with noble intent
People may still feel bad and try to give vent
The wrong signal is always sent
You are taken a back and offer no comment

We are seized with all sorts of problems
It is all so important when are at the helms
It creates awkward situation when we cut sorry figure
It is helpless position and we are not at all sure

Nothing will go right from the beginning
You will be faced with dark side and not with shining
It is all the time more difficult when there is no hope
All your efforts fail when you try to rope

You are compelled to act contrary
Even though it may be looked important and necessary
You are guided by own safety and interest
You try to come out of it and deliver the best

Many may be offended by the act
They will look at you as unfriendly and angrily react
It is natural out burst that compels them to offer
But in reality they never agree with you and differ

It is human tendency and must be accepted as such
Insistence should not be forced or exerted much
It will have unbearable consequences with negative impact
The crux of matter may be altogether different in fact

To err is human but to forget is totally inhuman
We all fall in the same category and domain
No one is really above the same mentality
Only the act is seen not in totality


How can we address it by keeping safe?
It may be called opening of new leaf
It may be entirely decision of one’s own
The yield will be different as seeds are already sown

It is equally reciprocated in same coin
Nothing goes unrewarded if noble cause is joined
People may term you fool or otherwise
But in fact you are considered as noble and wise

Nothing remains permanent here
Only good name remains there
It may speak of volumes
Name will be remembered even if consigned to flames