A Rhythm In Breath Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I see rhythm in deep breath
How that comes true at the time of death?
Chest expands and contracts with uneasiness
All parts are becoming dead with tiredness

Life comes to full swing when little one breathes in womb
It is emergence of uneven surface like tomb
New born makes move and pulses start
What synchronization to come out of womb and part

Formation of good music with loud cry
Raising many questions and asking why?
What is purpose of creating love and hatred?
Why all that cry to emanate and to be led?

Why to bring beautiful life to an illogical end?
To do away with abortion is modern trend
It did exist in ancient and medieval age
We are in confusion and unable to manage

What a pity and abuse for a divine blessings?
What is an important and valuable thing missing?
Why to do injustice for melody and music to do well?
New born might have breathed in magical spell

It is no use crying for His grace
Lot many problems later on to face
It is mad adventure and race
In a time to come you won’t find any trace

Children are precious gift from almighty
They may make it beautiful by acting naughty
Anybody can notice lovely aired combination
Music to ears and life to be led with inspiration

Never be a part of unknown conspiracy
We may not be worthy for his mercy
Let new born be allowed to witness world
Why do we run away and develop the cold?