Illusions Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

World is full illusions
There is no room for any confusion
We live with in situation that we do not want
And part with what really is not our part

The nature is very much there
We have to search and go nowhere
You have everything within sight
Make choice that has to be very right

We believe in deception
We claim innocence but want no mention
The identity crisis is big question
Rest everything is built on wrong relation

You pray almighty for happiness
Do nothing good to leave behind any trace
Who can remember when you are no more?
There are no words that may be worth to adore

We have penetrated in ever field
The interest and attachment is largely varied
There is undue haste and eagerness
even if there is no chance on surface

It may be sheer madness and stupidity
But in today’s date it has its validity
Everybody wants to be rich over night and be called millionaire
No place is left vacant to be probed anywhere

It is said “person is influenced by his own thinking”
He may flow with the air and at the same time sink too
There is no limit to his fancy and ambition
It is inherent weakness with strong inhibition