Content With Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

'Go to hell, go to hell'
Blasted one young teen
Why? ' What am I doing on net? ' I said
'You are doing nonsense, I bet'

Taken a back for a while
Fumed, just disappeared the smile
Was I so unwelcome or wrong?
Had I no place to find among?

I am in my teen, and not yet twenty
You may have lived with years plenty
'Are you not ashamed' to be on net
'Dear you can blast, but have we ever met? I asked

No, but you have commitment a sin
Put your ideas in just dust bin
Whether be it pot or simple tin
I will not let you allow or win

I said “Dear calm down'
You aren't the only one in town
You may frown, eyes may turn brown
Not only 'hell', but use and add another noun

Not only sex on phone but nudity
Still may be there simple purity
Why not you make just clarity?
What can be best like the quality? I argued

'No then also, you just go to hell
No ringing alarms but only bell,
It will be bad if you do so well
Consider it right and jump in the well. She argued

Oh, dear teen, you are simple kid
You know not and have no lid
Candle can be lit and not just ignite
If you have will and idea definite

Fear not for a while from simple man
Freedom may be right but can’t be a ban
Never do or suffer from narrow thought
Danger may lurking but always to be fought

I thought for a while but did not cave
Honour was at stake and necessary to save
Things may be right but ways don’t pave
She was foolish teen but not brave

It is always good to be friends on line
Wrong signal it sends and undermine
The prestige and status should be respected
One must realize……………..