My Dreamland Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My dreamland
Monday,3rd June 2019

Had it not been deep inside the forest
I might have not known what was best?
as it stood the taste of the time
she has nothing to lose every time

the woods are lovely and fresh
and help not crash
your ideas about nature
she is sure of it

birds chirp
and keep
the environment melodious
and make you envious

tree bend down
with fruits heavily laden
as if to show the love and respect
along with the humble act

what have in me?
devotional love and totally free
to be given to the deserved?
but when will I be observed?

I hear the voice of happy animals
and cry shyly for the individuals,
will someone come and hold my hand?
and take me away to my dreamland

Hasmukh Mehta
Courtesy: Frida Kahlo