Myself And Nobody Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Myself And Nobody

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As birds try to sing with melody
I think of myself and nobody
The day starts with new strategy in mind
How to come out with success and new ways to find

Today is different from other day
I find the solace from sincere pray
As I believed salvation is the only way
I had to look up in eyes to find a ray

Oh, my savior God I found you gloomy
The weather outside was calm and not stormy
There was no leakage in roof for water to fall
Why I felt there some thing written on the all?

Your eyes were watery and seemed river flowing out
So much agony, pain and anguish that was all about
What else could be the reason for such bad omen?
Such thoughts took place in mind all of sudden

Have we erred some where O, Lord, O father?
You are so powerful and why it should it bother?
Are not you happy at what we do on this beautiful earth?
Do you find no penalty is enough than the death?

Do you see in us the loss of moral ground?
Do you see in us futility to go around?
Are we really burden on this heavenly object?
Do you lament our origin or reject?

It seemed to me his finger going up
Was He upset over whole set up?
The tears were shining as if disapproval of our action?
We have discredited His sacrifice in fight and frictions

I could feel some little whisper
The melody was not blowing from piper
It was great pity on us as being very human
All our acts seemed to Him to be very inhuman

I cursed myself to be among one
I had cared for self and for none
It may be the case with all
Should I take this sign as final call?


I prayed almighty to be true and sincere
Coming Christmas or festival to be free from fear
All vows and promises with earnest desire
Not to make mockery of dignified life as satire

I wondered at the little the spent in His prayer
There was apparently no shield or layer
He seemed to me a just prophet or messenger
Today was great day to find Him visible anger

“Come to my refuge and I shall take”
All your burdens and life will not be faked
I shall endeavor all your pains with smile
You may lead the life happily meanwhile

*I read the inscribed words in the golden plate*

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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