After All Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mixtures of ill feelings and hatred
Life is full of misery and to be lead
To look after all as family head
Their likings and disliking clearly to be read

It is plight of common man
He may try to perform whatever he can
He has lust for odysseys water
Not all the wishes can be catered

Either to escape from the responsibility
Or to express the helplessness or inability
It is not good sign or best quality
At the end one can feel only pity

What about men living in the streets?
Wishing to ask so many questions when we meet?
What is he to do when there is no other alternative?
What is he expected to perform as native?

Common men do think many things in common
For him life is to be simply put on
There is no defeat or win
Success is illusion and agony always seen

Forget about helpless and poor
They are always show the door
They have no where to go
They get humiliated as balls throw

Still it has to go on uninterrupted
Whole system stands corrupted
Nothing good at all is intercepted
No good ideas are concepted

No use to react badly or good
We all have to act for food
This is biggest problem and concern
Everything proves secondary in turn

We have still humble mission
lot many aspirations as clear ambition
God only knows its clear outcome
Emergence of anything is always welcome


We may be helpless but not lacking
We dash for the claim and staking
It depends how you are taking
Is it simply believing or in making?