No Feeling Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A peg or two
Passes through
With bitterness in throat
Reminds me of good poet

Why do they remain?
Under shadow of pain
With so much of illusion
And sheer imagination

Stars remain there
So the Sun and Moon to offer
All that we want in life
But it turns out to be sharp edge of knife

No intoxication
Under the compulsion
The poet dies within moment
No good message is sent

What is spelt?
When mind is absent
Heart has no feeling
And no more ideas for filling