Against Odd Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was caught up with odd situation
I too was worried for its indefinite continuation
I had not thought over for its solution
as it was getting me closer to some resolution

I knew very well that nothing can work out
There may be slight bad luck and fall out
Yet I got to bear it with full consequences
As they were all coming to me in sequence?

The sky represented me no answer as to why there remains emptiness
why in its depth of vast horizons there prevails hollow calmness?
Is it presentation of calm outer face which is real sense camouflage?
There may be something which is not coming out even in rage

there is sudden spurt in movement
the dark clouds have gained upper hand at this moment
it looks as if there is exchange between thunders and sounds
the rain drops may fall to aggravate on open wounds

I had done enough for the family and friends
There was no let up in efforts to take it to logical end
They were still up in arms for hostile reception
I was blindly following them from inception

They stabbed me from the back to give enough shock
The time ticked forward but nothing could be done to stop
It had made no bearing on my mind as usual
Such type of deception is considered routine and casual

I was to take it in the mind and feel badly
As there was no other than to take it sadly
I was not prepared to buy the argument for favor
They were in my eyes criminals and traitors

I had nothing to feel ashamed of myself
It was fine gesture from my side to help
They didn’t deserve it and instead sought full slice
It did hurt my feelings and may remain so till the demise

It does hardly matter if that comes from strangers
We have been to handle it as able mangers
We can cope with any kind of treachery
As we too are equipped to handle and be merry

We have to witness so many ups and down
Some times you have to admit and own
There is nothing wrong if you know the weakness
They will know it better in fairness

Not all may be bestowed with smooth passage
Some troubles may brew up when try to mange
It may give you enough to handle
You may come out it in middle