I Am Novice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Pardon me for being novice,
Have no choice and no device,
Can you just render simple an advice,
It Will only add and need to suffice?

Will she be listening?
More she be confusing,
Might not but also be refusing,
And not try for it defusing?

Why a curse on simple luck?
Why to sit as just lame duck?
May I just make the voice mute?
And not just pass and refute,

Have just simple and only belief,
God may give, bless and relief,
May be some amiss and even emiss,
But for sure, will there be miss,

Oh, my friends, do never a curse,
heal my wounds and act as nurse,
'Harm might have been' as you may think,
'Warm and no harm” as you may blink,

'Let anything people may say,
'I will continue to have my sway,
Far and distance, you may be away,
'Come what may', we may meet in May,

I may just cherish,
Even if am to just perish,
Will it be before I may finish?
May look it like mere a punish,

Forgive me not for being novice,
As I didn’t head just to your advice,
I may try not just to improvise,
But am so happy for being novice,

I found you perfect,
This is simple and bare fact,
Neither It is ploy nor any tact,
It is simple wish and noble act,


I may not sit and remain quite,
Days may be happy so also night,
Path so chosen may prove right,
End result good that too without fight