Divine Mission Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I try to peep in divine eyes
I am not sure yet I find it is worth to try
I may get answer through lovely stare
Even though “Carolyn” may not find it fair

She is totally different with earthly figure
She may stand for principles for sure
What does she want in return?
Absolute welfare and wait for ordinary turn

Why do people waste their precious life in mission?
When many have blot on their face with guilt admission?
I am for sure about her social standing
She has everything to speak about and for understanding

I don’t believe in gossips
I too don’t like flying missionaries on trips
What do they have to claim for real struggle?
When life is uncertain and like water bubble

Not all can perform miracle with ordinary task?
So many may come forward and ask?
What can be real motives for such a horrible adventure?
When no one can offer anything for bright future?

She may be towering strength for many aspirants
Many might have come from distant land as migrants
To whom they can look as real figure for onward march?
I think she is there with all her vision for serving as torch

I know nothing about her inner zeal
Yet I feel so close and feel it real
Why do we need any angels to descend from heaven?
When we have enough in her as green

No eyes can stare or penetrate at you if lack sincerity
This is sign of greatness and very fine quality
Not all people may try to see the motives
As the people remain narrow minded and selective

I shall not adore her as something special
But can’t offer any criticism or denial
She is there by her own right
Else who comes forward with mission to fight?