Life Never Understood Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life as such was never understood
It only meant security of life and food
Trying all methods to come out of wood
And lived as insects and waited for moments to be freed

Life can never be left behind
It has nice traces to find
What is it in real meaning?
No one can have it even after scanning

It is nice to feel as poet
To look around things very quiet
But something in real we can’t allow or let
The life is linked with luck and simple fate

You may be away from crowded places
Where no one has time but only to race
To maintain dignity and honor
To keep responsibilities in order

No one may spare you for little mishap
They will blame all the time for reshapes
No one may ever try to know your compulsions
When life is posing threat with so many questions

We may live longer or short
Many ships may not reach at port
Some may sink in between and some sail through
We still run after mirage even it is not tree

Many have perished so far and many more may do so
It is little stay here and like I said before may go
Nothing remains ever as of permanent nature
You must take out some valuable time and shape the future

God has provided food and shelter to all
No can be blamed if he or she responds to the call
That is natural to lead a life in routine way
It may keep you attached and will not allow you to go away

Let us presume and observe few minutes for tomorrow
We are aware that not a moment will be allowed
Yet we can have some of the loveliest moments in isolation
Even though it may be looked upon as entertainment or out of relation