Keep Hiding Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Where do you keep your self hiding?
It is not the matter for kidding
It is deep love that matters and counts
Heart longs for it and ear drum sounds

There is inner call for something special
There is definite urge, real and not artificial
There is no safe place to take secure refuge
The landscapes are rivers are open and very huge

It may not matter when it comes to reality
You trust more on your self with instinct and ability
It may long spell duration in night
But you are definitely assertive and right

As you think deeper and deeper
Nothing will be heard not even in whisper
You may be so much blind in your holy act
But that remains truth as matter of fact

The heavenly objects are there to bless
Your trail can be found or traced
There is no other place where you can hide
The conceptual difference is well known and very wide