My New World Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My new world

How could one think?
And silently sink
In deep bottom of despair
That needs the entire time repair

The day light too appeared dim
As I found no beam
Energy or power to guide
I was in no position to decide

But it was real show
I had to go
And remind him of my love
"This was the only way" I believed

I need not do anything special
I was an independent individual
With liberal approach
And felt really as such

The love was divinely injected
And I faithfully acted
I was drawn into fold
That was now my new world