No Compulsion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dreams can be substitute
They can not prove resolute
It may be fulfilled and not be
We got to stay and can not flee

It is difficult to say
About future and certain ways
the compulsion may force
And that shall form the guilty conscious

You may think it right
And sub consciously fight
Yet that may hunt you for life time
You can not escape from it any time

You may feel it was wrong
You could avoid it for long
But the arrow has been already shot
Now await the out come of fate

Love and salvage he prestige
Some how control and manage
It is state of mind that creates confusion
Else everything is alright with no compulsion