A Knock At The Door Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It will yet knock the door
As you will then seem to be poor
the reality may not be left behind
in search of new find

The pigeon may close the eyes
with the thought that cat may not ask why
she will catch her by neck
the life will never be back

The sound can be blocked
the light too can be shadowed
The vanes may be still flowing
the red and fresh blood will be allowing

The world is there as it is
everything moves on as it was
you may observer temporary pause
you have reason and sold cause

Nothing can be left behind as it was yesterday
nothing can be retained as it is today
what will we carry with us for tomorrow?
did it ever mean for worry, tears and sorrow?

It will attack with double force
there is no place for remorse
but the remedy is there of course
fight it out without spelling the curse

Gone is by gone and can never be golden
you have to slow down and soften
as it will engulf complete life
there is so much to be performed as wife

One may confine self and remain in isolation
thus he or she may offer consolation
if fact it has no direct bearing or relation
still it has strong bond to feel elation

You may try to look brave at heart
this is down fall and likely to start
it may bring down you to collapse
You will try to find out lacuna and lapses

Not all may find light at the end of the tunnel
not all may have good communication channel
little mistrust may bring down the holy relation
there are number of instances for citation

Yet it survives the onslaught
the scuffle and skirmishes are daily fought
it is fueled to dangerous level
one must remain on guard and excel

It is yet to be given second thought
the compromise formula must be sought
there is not one life alone at risk
there may come cyclone accompanied by dust and mist

The storm may gather and show its power
you have all the responsibility to go slower
you may get wet in rainy shower
this pain may be realized by fewer

The sacrifice does not go in vain
It may speak of hidden pain
the words are spoken with great anguish
still it is not the end of road to finish