Many Chances - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
So far and thereafter
It was just slaughter
The soul was placed before unreal world
“Nothing shall accompany you” I was often told
“Let an end come” later on
By the time I shall be gone
The journey shall be easily spent
Life shall be realized as dreamt
But what is this?
Why am I restless?
Why no one supports?
I am confused with such sort of things
I must mend
Life with single knot
Life shall not be fought further
Was this the real solution?
There was, in fact, confusion
I considered myself as slave of circumstances
Even though I missed many chances
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