Nothing Fascinates Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing fascinates me than sturdy silence
I continue to wonder in dreamland since
No one picks me for being away from reality
Some one pointed out it as real pity

I don’t know what is joy in false land?
I too not very sure who is foe or friend?
Yet there is satisfaction of being not cheated
No unnecessary wait and shamelessly sweated

You are in your world guarded by all fancy
You excel and match with all the frequencies
Music always lovely to the ears and appealing
Not allowing the defeatist views and readily repealing

Is this stage always welcome?
Days and nights may repeat the same
There won’t be an end to illusion
Surely may remain as hard fact confusion

It is neither glamorous nor a dangerous
Both are full of false impression with enough humors
You feel let down of your own folly
The blame and fame is owned by you wholly

I also know how dangerous it is for woman
The position may never be accepted by man
He will forcefully pounce upon and try to pull
I shall be made to believe it is enterprising and full

It is high time I must come out from another world
One must try to live within one’s original fold
That reminds of them of actual surrounding
It seems real, practical and sounding

So far I was contended with sleeping stage
I was fast developing mentality with age
Some one must pick me up and take out for real
Accept me as it is and finally put the seal

I was dreaming all about my coming days
There was no hindrance in any way
I was fully entangled with your own style
I was in it forever and dreamed for a while

I wished it not to continue for indefinite
Day was proving stronger than night
It was becoming a hell to continue so
I had waited enough for the words to go



He is now my savior and guide
I wish everything in him to confide
Before anything take me over for sure
I want to show it to him and assure

It is not sad state of mind
Enough of joy and happiness is there to find
I have no fear of strong wind
It has slowed down and become very kind

I am floating on calm and Lovely River
It is not fantasy or some kind of fever
The world is now sleeping carelessly over
I have found shield with open cover