No More Shyness Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I saw the land with cracks
As if it had reason to hate
The struggle was apparent
The wide gap and dry dust was present

Still the time was not ripe
She waited for some one to wipe
Her tears with cool embrace
The worry lines were seen on surface

Yes, her eyes are staring
At the sky and exploring
For the coming days to survive
Still more strength to revive

She is not showing any discomfort
She has no where to go and report
The time will come and listen to her request
There will be happy end to her quest

The wait is really necessary
It makes person weary
Down with fatigue and anxiety
This is all destined by almighty

Rain may come and lash out
The happy union may be talked about
Green cover may speak of happiness
The earth may open up with no more shyness