End Of The Road Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

That day I was severely bitten
I was hungry had not even eaten
Father had angrily roughed me up
I was heavily charged and couldn't stand or jump

It is very hard for child to bear
I was shaken and remained in tears
I failed to understand abut his wrath
Some thoughts entered mind to accept death

I am hardly grown up and faced such ire
I always looked at him with respect and admired
At no stage I caused him worry or tension
But this event forced me to think with lot many questions

I am from the village and could see dusty road
Little air or wind may lift sand and add the load
Any thing you do may have some dependence
You can't think of partial or complete independence

I sat on the road mouth and looked at far end
Barren path with no one to accompany as friend
I knew now how it may be difficult to survive!
It is do or die battle to carry on with life and live

I saw some reason behind father's anger
He was not at all educed or good manager
He had meager means to carry on and face
Lot many challenges that might come in race

Like any other father he had sustained struggle
Underwent lot many ups and downs with troubles
I was easy target for him to vent the feeling
Yet I felt no bad for him and kept on smiling

He came to me and asked for some desire or wish
To go out for play with friends and have sweets
I said 'No dad' it is Albright with me
The tears rushed abruptly and very free

He sensed some pride hurt
Even though I was child but looked cute
He had soft corner for me but was victim of circumstances
I was beaten but it happened only at once

Many parents see it as bad sign
Child should never be felt to resign
It crates adverse impact on growing mind
Child sees it as rare out burst and wishes never to find

I looked again at the end of road
The horizon looked me vast and broad
It reminded me of coming days
'One should not be lost on the ways'