Each Day Is Different Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Every day is different
The change is apparent
Daily good messages are sent
New fragrance is felt like scent

Nothing is lost till it is occurred
Vision is till intact as it is not blurred
What we see is sometimes not correct
What we judge is sometimes not bad act

Yet some of the things take place in life
Couples refuse to live as husband and wife
It may not be glorious day but simply a doom’s day
Yet there may remain some chance to find a way

My dream could not stay with me till morning
It proved me a darkest hour in the evening
The night reminded me of some impending danger
I was to become lonely and a mere stranger

I shall be counting stars in night
Everything has gone wrong and nothing right
Well I am desperate but not broken
Some of things may do well if not spoken

I need to move from nervous breakdown
It should not take me to the step down
That may be saddest day if happened
I thought over it as situation hardened

I had strong sense of feeling
I could go to some more steps as willing
I may accommodate my beloved and companion
Even though it has resulted in disunion

I made the situation favorable with window little open
It was systematic calculation to bring here near even
Though she preferred to desert me for some calculation
I was not at all for severance of a relation

I made fatherly move
I tried my level best to remove
All the ill feelings of her mind
And gave a chance for her to find

Her home to be made a holy place
To come back and see her own face
What can be devastating effect in her absence?
To think of reality caused in her absence