My Dream Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wished it to happen
You could get pulse of it even
I make desperate bid to come out
But have inability to talk about

There prevails dead silence
Thoughts come and go at once
I struggle to streamline in pattern
I fail to do it with lots of concern

You may not have slight ideas
As what kind of strain/stress it is
Mind has turned into Dead Sea
That you may never be able to see

I have lot many dreams to fulfill
At the same time be successful too
It is not mad rush
But something is really behind me to push

My eyes could never hide
As they were eager to confide
But I wanted to take you by surprise
As we both had something to fulfill as promises

I wish to enter into no conflict
But some of ideas never turn into acts
I struggle and tear the papers sometimes
It is really unbearable bad time

I wanted you to be very much part
But alas! I could make no good start
Make you to understand what I had in my mind
That might have made you to feel little unkind