Fresh With Question Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why was I not killed by bullet?
Why was I left behind or let?
I wished I was no more
That would have been far better

I look back at those moments
When you had passed single comment
You will never let me stay behind
I shall come at appropriate time and find

Years have since then passed
I have been out classed
No one takes me as serious one
I am forgotten entity and belong to no one

I think about it in night
When it is calm and time is also right
What makes us to fight more in real?
“Time is factor” I honestly feel

He could have faced
And skillfully managed
I waited for his arrival
But god only knows about his struggle

Well, I spend life in isolation
There is no fun in life to have another relation
I have seen years passing off rapidly
I can only remember past vividly

Rive waters flow calmly
Strike at bank and move on gently
I realize it as only option
I must think fresh with question