An Anxiety Is Seen Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Writers and poets do not grow
They have their own course to follow
They may excel in their own way
They may be close to reality and do not run away

They are like new born or infants
Ideas come and go as quick and very instant
They got to be translated in real terms
They are always treasures as precious gems

They air their views without any pollution
It is their sacred task and resolution
It can set the major upheaval
It is their views and efforts to excel

They have their own fancy as small child
They can not afford o be wild
Thir approach should be dedicated and very mild
Their stand is appreciated and not simply filed

They have reputation and very good fame
They do not run after money or name
For child it may be fun or game
It shall never put him into shame

Some of his work may invite wrath
That may not go away with his death
He may be known for his radical views
He may be forgotten without getting dues

The life is short lived and end like butterfly
He may have discredit and only to feel shy
Still he has high morale to live and enjoy
He has many novel ideas to employ

He may not have standing army or weapon
His words are mightier and reflected in pen
The change is bound to take place and occur
He has to undergo personal losses and to incur

“ life thus moves on “