A Silent Dream Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A Silent Dream

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I may definitely collapse
There are many lapses
I shall never regain
Always losses and no gain

Time is sticking away
It is blocking my way
No one may notice my sickness
They won’t love it to witness

I am unable to breath
The is approach of death
My wings stay crippled
I wish not to appeal

I am unable to sing
There are many strings
At last time what does it bring?
Only autumn and not the spring

I lie completely on the floor
The windows are open along with the door
I am afforded an easy way at least
I wait for the message from the priest

All sources are dried
I don’t want to be cried
I have never lied
But all hopes are bellied


The thought itself is sickening
It crates panic and threatening
I shall be lost for ever when cremated
Body may rot in land when consummated

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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