Life Is Hollow Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life is hollow
That shall not allow
Any guess
For sources to trace

So many people have tried
And convincingly lied
Yet it has remained beyond reach
Even though lot many things are preached

Some one calls it as perfume
Full of enterprise with volume
Enough of scope to enjoy and stay
With aim and goal to find way

Some one calls it as vacuum
Simple illusion with no aim
Full of pain and agony
To be spent with tension and worry

It is like mysterious ball
Needing an attention with call
New thread to be picked each day
But to end in tragic way