In Open Lines Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was all there in total sincerity
Not at all intrusive but of fine quality
Not imaginative but of real intrinsic value
Could have been realized by only few

They are spoken with in open lines
Any one can peen in feel so fine
Every word is weighted and reflected desire
It is full of praise and only aimed at to admire

The thoughts are pure indicative of mirror mind
The pure and exact image is there to find
If any one can analyze the inner depth
Pulses may be missed at once to breath

Any one can read between lines as they are on print
There is pure carving with written words when coin was sent to mint
It is exactly the same as thought over and meant to be
It may be deceiving part if not accepted as frank and free

How does it come out from soul when engulfed with sacred feelings?
It has to be depicted in natural environment with all samplings
Waterfalls, rivers, ponds are all there to reflect the acceptance
Why do we raise eye brows when not realizing importance?

Life is meant to be as continuous as river flow
Tearing apart what ever comes on the way and offer the blow
But when it comes to realization of calmness
It is acceptance of thoughts and stand fastness

I can’t have any other meaning or difference of opinion
I have thrown complete weight to remain as companion
Not that I am man and consider it as mark of strength
It is frequency that travels at the same wave length


I know for sure it is not easy to expect everything from woman
No one can deny certain important aspects as human
When one is prepared to accept it with all its consequences?
It may matter less even if one thinks or makes wrong references

I see no storms in women’s eyes but calmness
They are exact replica of river flowing with fineness
There is everything to praise about and consider
Even that may be done by unknown or outsider

I am not possessive of any set thoughts
Hard struggle is carried on but not fought
It may be futile to push on the negative impact
What matters most is variance with the act

I do not allow sleepless nights
Anybody can preserve it as right
There is no room for any kind of invasion
To accept or deny may be pure evasion