Deep Troubles Sometimes Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have deep trouble sometimes in night
I have tried number of times to make it right
Still it has not improved and I live with it
It is now not new for me and can no longer fight

I may take care not to snore heavily
Even though it used to come of its own readily
We had accepted the fact very happily
It was still not ignored easily

It may disturb a person sleeping at some distance
I was awakened at night number of times
I may feel sorry for them but had no choice
As I was unaware of the magnitude of noise

At one night she woke up from sleep
She was dreaming sound and deep
She might have seen some dreaded dream
All might have swept on her as team

She was breathing heavily with fear
I made her comfortable at once to bear
She was still screaming and begged for disturbance
I consoled her to forget it at once

She was of very mild nature
Before going to sleep, she will make it completely sure
She will see to it that it is available ready next day
This was her specialty and unique way

She is fully devoted and keep everything stored in her mind
She won’t disclose it to any one and take care that no one finds
In doing so she may struggle at night to forget
In dream also she may find it hard to let

In both the cases the mind plays an active memory box
It is usually a guarded secret but acts as cunning fox
No one know at what times it will choose invade?
It will strike at once make you unstable and fade

So when she screamed at high note everybody rushed
Children thought I might have scuffled with her and pushed
But picture became clear when she clarified
It was over now and everybody got satisfied


The children were grown up and fully matured
The matter was not dragged further to be slurred
It puts you in odd position if it is taken otherwise
It may so happen that anybody can blame much to surprise

As mind is never put to rest
It will function all the time at its best
It may prove some times an acid test
As what will be revealed very next?

Everything is omitted at night from the masked soul
You have unconscious mind at rest but speaks no foul
It is exact replica of what had transpired in a day
The mind has its own pattern to act in a way