My Own Perception Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My own perception
Sunday,16th February 2020

I was fed with different versions
about races and human relations
what has to be born in mind?
without looking blind

life is such a wagon!
I had dreamed about heaven
and so many things were shown
but along with it, hatred was also sown

not all proved to be true friends
they didn't stay till an end
some left in between
some people, later on, could not be seen

I had my own perception
and firmly had given indication too
it was no new experience
as we were given true appearance

life moved so fast
and we were the first
to adjust with the changing scene
this attitude never made me tense

Hasmukh Mehta