Comfotable Shoulder Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Comfortable shoulder

I have lost you
In mad race through
Ignorance and disregard
I waited for word

I remain occupied
The truth is not denied
I need to sail in boat
With all dreams politely sought

You were nowhere seen
Even though mind developed golden scene
My heart longed for your face
But I was soon lost in race

How could I sing?
When found you not in ring
The stage was full of scene actors
But found and smelt somewhere here

I changed head direction
To find you in action
My head ached and lowered
To find comfortable shoulder