Delicate Thread Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

He was laid on broken cot
Very tired after having fought
Ceaselessly waging relentless struggle
To come out happily from troubles

He as string at vast sky
Innumerable questions to be asked and why
He had to pass through all hurdles
Yet nothing in sight to put the candle

Hoping against hope to illuminate room
Garden to have splendor flower’s boom
All colors to décor in life again
Luck to smile sans agony and pain

He was my dad resting some feet away
Exemplary figure and resolute on his way
Poverty had not eaten him from within
He had broad smile and hoping absolute win

I was inching forward to fill his position
He too had eyes on me with all supposition
I may come close to him for realization
There was no more worry with any question

What did he aim for in his whole life?
Just to spend entire life with children and wife?
What was life meant to him in his crusade?
Dark clouds all around but happily wed

Well it is certainly aim to fulfill the wishes
Must come to happy conclusion before life finishes
When he tires out then some else takes it over?
He has all satisfaction when finds shed or cover

I glanced at his journey till his last breath
We were never put into trouble till his death
He was for all smiles as there was nothing more to be done
All bad days were over and permanently vanished or gone

I silently watched at him and bowed the head
I could read many worry lines and positively read
He was lying on bed but not completely dead
Between my hope and ambition he was delicate thread