A New Emergence Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A New Emergence

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Several questions emerge in mind and invade
It makes me little nervous before they fade
Sometimes it is said idle mind is devil’s workshop
This all takes its shape when you prove to be super flop

It may matter less if you on last leg of your journey
Life is out lived and there is no lust for fame or money
You can afford to turn back to old memory and enjoy
It is like enjoying the past in present with no decoy

Still it troubles a lot when body refuses to act
It has lost all its vigor and visibly unable to react
Nothing comes at the right time to feel you sorry
It adds to tension and almost leads to more worry

Hands shake and feet start trembling all of sudden
Memory too deceives at particular point and goes off and on
Death emissary is awaiting call and knocking the door
Person may think of futility of life mission and what it was for

What is best way available for not to fall in such traps
What best option is open for and what can be good steps?
Let body not come to the rescue but at least mind can
You free your self open and mind should air the thoughts like fan

Many more may come to know about you and start believing
They may go on seeking advices your burdens may start relieving
Mind may find free from clutches and openly find breathing space
It is gearing up to meet the challenges by entering altogether new race

You will have vast horizon and open sky for traveling to and forth
It may induce you in believing the true essence of life and its worth
Why not explore the romantic world of youngsters and their behavior?
Why not act as if we are the one part of it and act as saviors?

It is difficult to know the love point with young mentality
You got to know your self well how long can be its durability?
Its hollowness can be ascertained by sheer sense of ability
Strong sense of humor with picking and adjusting the mobility

Let death while may blow up and there is every likelihood for train to be missed
Love bird may be miles away to offer lip sink and passionately to be kissed
There is no time for any kind of judgment to pass
You may try to gather fast what is best in class


Nothing shores up than to reach on the shore
It doesn’t matter how you did it or explored
It may have confirm to the morality standard
You happiness must reflect whether inward or outward

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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