How Gone Tomorrow! Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How tomorrow is gone?
It is yet not done
It de dejected and pure pessimism
Even shame to humanism

If there is no light in life today
It can be fought for and made another day
Water can be taken out from hard stone
Even if all the hopes are gone

I hate to loose
Person has all the options to choose
Either you sit at home and do nothing
Then you can’t hope for something

Where from these sorrows and pain originate?
You don’t mention here how and made you to alienate
Life is worth taking all the chances
As it is given to human being only once

If your ship is not in order
You can't offer anything to others
Forget about love and affection
Your propriety may be suspicious with action

Life is meant to swim across
Whatever may be the setback or loss
Life is chance to lay a seize
If not then cry for whole life and miss

Nothing can be had then in any form
Even slight shock may cause a big storm
You may be pushed away with severe jolt
It may prove always as blue from bolt

Love and happiness only form part
When you have no fear to loose or part with
When it is in commanding position
You may form your own composition