No Realization Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No realization

Wednesday, January 10,2018
6: 26 PM

There was no realization
In the childhood about relation
I was brought up in traditional society
With firm roots to the prayers of an almighty

The childhood gave the way for adulthood
Some aspects were clearly understood
The lust took place for love and sympathy
The changes were taking place already

The soul was getting dirtier
I had nothing to offer
In special relation to old friends and breathern
And this was only adding concern

My heart was longing for hatred
Revenge and lust had led
Entire thinking
I was really sinking

There was neither sympathy for poor
Nor any respect for neighbor
It was only adjusting money to go in personal coffer
I was becoming inhuman and joker

It might be on going process
And we will have to face
But dirt has spread to almost all
We need cleansing for all human beings