At The Hang Over Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I look at the hang over of sky
No support, nothing only to ask about why?
How long is its horizon spread?
Yet the invisible message is clearly read

I would concentrate on some of the aspects
It has always demanded high respect
As the sky is not to be confined with its limit
It is referred in no uncertain terms for its feat

Let any one say anything
I have been moved for something
Even though it has no axis
There still exists some thesis

I love my ideas to go up to sky, strike and come back
It will make some minute holes in it and crack
Produce some unimaginable music with melody
And enter as some source of strength in body

This is how we always refer as divine music
It has some message in it and forms some basic
You ask any person and request to defy the essence
He will regret to deny with holy presence

Air produces some beautiful noise
Even clouds get ready and poise
To convey divinely wonder
Flash with lights and rain with thunder

Same touch my body and fill with touch
It is nicely touched to heart as such
Only you remain speechless to counter
Animals too may miss the sharp eye of hunter

If such is heavenly tune
Then who will dare to mistune
Everybody may fall in line with its existence
Sing same way as far as possible with insistence