Deep Crisis Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Sun was beaming at very long height
Rays were as usual penetrating and bright
Could not stare it for longer than a moment
It had darkest patches ever for nothing to comment

Full energy source for whole living being
Only celestial body recognized as powerful king
Universe may freeze if stops for a while
I was amused at dark patches meanwhile

Does the powerful too has to suffer/
How many obstacles in between to serve as buffer?
Not at mercy of anybody and everything to offer
Still I saw helplessness to come under scanner

I found it really coinciding with my status
I had everything which can be considered as plus
Still feeling discontentment as point minus
May be I was plugged with some disease as virus

Moon too shined at distance with beautiful face
No rival or adversary in whole sky for race
It disillusioned me when I found some patches
Why moon so deficient even with so many riches?

I continue to regard this phenomenon as promises broken
Beautiful words please when they are mildly spoken
Who would love to be down with natural disfavor?
When gifted with shining beauty in strong armor

Every object has its inherent ups and down
We should be at best all the times but should not frown
Sun may show real anger with his surroundings brown
Moon too may show displeasure with silver crown

Still they carry on with what ever they have
Rise and set with responsibility and behave
They never deviate from their destined axis
We change the position when face the crisis

We often change our attitude and color
We never think positively against or for
Every object has its inherent weakness
It is how we observe and witness


One always tends to think endlessly in this regard
Keeps position intact and moves little forward
It keeps him in dilemma for unknown reason
Nothing can prevent him from acting as person

Time may come when one has to act as responsible
Situation may not be favorable but reversible
It may boom range and come on you at any time
He or she need not to resort to any other method or crime

You can’t be perfect in all the respects and function
Heavenly bodies may have their sometimes malfunction
We, as human beings, may err and feel bad about shortcomings
Its is reality and fact that we are bound to come out of innings