In Dreams Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

In dreams

Give no credence to fantasies
Or on stories
That give rise to doubts
The person always thinks about

There is no other land
Even if so, it is not habited
We are still, venturing in outer space
There also exists mad race

No doubt, it gives pleasure
When we have good dream to reassure
About fulfillment
Later when it is broke, we express resentment ‘

Let us be practical
It is product of hectic activities for people
When they go for rest in night
Such ideas gather in mind and flash it

Even though, I enjoy dreams
I feel startled when seeing beam light
Highlighting self as king on scene
You are at height and that place is never seen again