Not Chosen Atall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

‘'Not chosen

So much of involvement
At present
I see nothing except your image
And feel the growing age

I feel no sadness
As shine rushes on the face
With little flicker of memory
I always render
Prayer to an almighty

It was no simple
Yet inclined to soul
Went for all out
And did not shout

I look through window
and allow
Cool breeze to enter
To remind me forever

It is not the presence
But absence too
Brings people close
As destiny is not chosen