I Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What makes to think about me?
It is “I” who did this and not we
Simple creation of dangerous trend
Really needs some change to mend

I simply stare at sky and wonder
Why do they hang there? I ponder
Clouds never think when they thunder
We still do………………

Love, hatred and agony reflect in eye
So many questions but don’t find answer why?
I can’t dare to ask and feel little shy
Always wish to ride on wings and fly

What stops you from becoming humble?
Is it momentary bursts as water’s bubble?
Putting up of brave front for existing trouble?
Is it your inner ego which turns the table?

If you remove or isolate “I” from an eye
World may look so colourful without facing bye
Good wishes and welcome will boost the morale
Warmth in relation and freshness in air when inhale

When you project yourself as central figure
Take it for granted it is end of your tenure
People may laugh it out and consider you immature
Nothing may augur well when you find against your nature

Neither it is not for pushing self to aside
Nor avoid or neglect the interest beside
It is only the way or mode of projection
That may invite wrath and objection

Why learned people try to be honest in approach?
Does any one need lessons or coach?
It is simple way of adoption and practice
You may take it as an ordinary advice

I would always love to be in limelight
Day shouldn’t end and come the night
Must get everything without any fight
Failed to grasp what is wrong or right?