In Human Way Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was known as lonely star
Stayed away or far
From the company of females
To avoid any misnomer or tell

There was no other reason
But I was known as different person
Lived some ideals
For the life to feel

One thing always puzzled
As I struggled
I was sometimes caught
In between ideals and thoughts

At one stage I felt
The flowers are to be smelt
Even if they are not plucked
They should be liked

This changed my concept
I regrettably wept
Opposed any thought to remain away
Life was only felt as human way