No Room Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No room

Mind is devil's workshop
From where you can shop
Bitterness, greed and jealousy
Where there is no place for honesty

Mind is full of occupation
Where matters less the relation
Only self-interest comes in the front
This is general want of an individual

You may wish anything at heart
But fail to express in concrete term
Your intention becomes clear
And this because cause of fear

You can't go far with such feeling
It may not be able to bring
The desired result
Even though it remained neatly inbuilt

Allow no room
And wish for blossom
It may allow seed to perform
Wonderful thing with boom