A Work To No Work Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

From busy schedule to no work table
From able body to feel all of sudden unable
The isolation and loneliness is understandable
It is growing within but not manageable

How from hectic work you have come a grindig halt?
How all of sudden the soulnd has been rubbed with salt?
All careate unbearable pain just to make you panicky
The preoblem is growing more and almost becomes tricky

It is natural cycle that repeats after certain interval
The autumn becomes paramount after its arrival
The spring might have ruled for some times to come
It can not remain permanent as it is not destined to welcome

Everything is subjected to decay
Even old age may come to our dismay
The youth and energy may not remain forever
It is advised to adjust accordingly therefore

There can be only reminsceneces of romantic stage
It might have grown beautifully with the age
The print might have been looked as golden on the page
You should have surrrendered to your love even when in great rage

It is not easy to sit under sky and stare
It is leading not to solution anywhere
It may harp on your memeory mercilessly
Those things may come on screen and trouble you endlessly

It is easy to forget unpleasant things but difficult to forget
All beautiful moments slipping away and and can’t be let
You weep your face by hiding it under the piece of small cloth
Is the isolation and lonneliness not killing you by combining both?