A State Of Uncertainty Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was surely the state of uncertainty
I could find nnothing new with continuity
It might have been sparked as disunity
I clearly saw the reason and futily

I decided to keep mum
This is what I could do as minimum
It was need of an hour
I feared the relation may tourn sour

I could have still acted wise
There was speculation on rise
It was worsenting day by day
I had something in mind to find out the way

It is rightly said that to keep mum is best policy
It delievrs many things to avoid the fallacy
Though it lacked teeth and some legacy
We can’t avoid it on the name of privacy

If you believe in righteousness
Then it should be addressed on the face
It may leave the trail of bitterness
But it is sharp weapon with fineness

The opportunity or chance must be seized
It has no opportune time to be missed
Once lost means gone for ever
It mut be born in mind therefore

You may feel feeble and weak
You will have no chance to speak
You may search for it and seek
You may never get it again in days or weeks

It speaks of clear heart
Only few can claim and act as smart
They may come to be known as out spoken
We are not all of sudden woken

This quality is there in all
Only opporunity must be utilized for call
It may prevent tragedy or fall
I t may also remove mistrusted wall