An Ambition Not To Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Who else will come and decide?
Who will prompt us to ride?
Why all ambition to remain stored
Why not think about them and explored?

Is it the right way to think first and then act?
Why to think of consequences first and react?
What is the essence of right thinking in fact?
Leave it to fate but attempt it with tact

You can’t remain in oblivion and isolate
Everything you must decide and relate
It can’t be left at somebody’s mercy or solely to fate
You must think about chances seriously and definitely rate

You will have to carve out your own empire
You must go in with all skills and acquire
It is top most priority and definitely required
You may be considered lucky and admired

Whether it is wrong or right
you got to give hundred percent in and fight
Show the determination with full might,
grab all the chances when they are n sight

when you are flying a kite in sky?
Never think of distance and ask why?
Air may block the height and serve as hindrance
what matters most is aim with clear substance

It remains same in every walk of the life
Whether it is love, opportunity or wife
Strike with all force when time is ripe
If failed to do then it may remove the chances or wipe

so when love is reflected and is in sight,
hold it firmly in arm and keep grip very tight
it is emotional bond and not the show of strength
Powerful attachment will grow and go to full length

Take the vow to stand together in the time of need
No other compulsions should take over including the greed
The desire may come out as if released or willingly freed
this may be possible only when have gone for it and did

At any given point of time or in grief
Offer words of solace and try to be very brief
It is opening of new chapter in relation and just a small leaf
Its magnitude and impact may be felt by a deaf,



When we are meeting friends after a long absence
it shows the true love of great essence,
Eyes remain full of tears and face turns red,
No one feels shame or getting afraid

Parents, friends and relatives shower the love
we are human beings and not act doves
They too move in great numbers
Show the bond of love and outnumber