Love To Hide Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What, if at all, I would love to hide?
Secrets to self and everything to confide
From the start of sunshine to end of the day
I plan the activities unknown to all in different way

People say I have snake’s charm
Not dangerous but value of little harm
Net letting opponent to judge the move
Even if wrong but very difficult to prove

“Whole world goes mad at me ” my friend confided
“It is unintentional and without purpose” I retorted
Still he struck to his gun and almost nailed
I laughed at it out and did not give any tail

I may have strong ways to counter deception
As no one can attempt and get away with repetition
I have third sense, in fact everybody may have, to use
Make any more attempt redundant and defuse

I will not hide displeasure to be conveyed
I may have little surprise to be dismayed
Yet you go to trust someone for practical purpose
As not all the jobs can be handled practically to dispose

It may be advantageous to hold back secrets
As it may be of no use for others to bet
They may still have anxiety to know
Criticize the move and painfully blow

It pinches a lot when some one points out
Lowers the image and unwontedly talks about
This sprays salt in aggravated wound
The solace or comfort is no where found

I decided to hold back all cards
Whether it helps me or not to go forward
I will know for sure that it has best efforts
The ship needs to be anchored successfully at port