Pick Straws Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Pick straws

Make no room
For emergence of gloom
It is no wisdom
As things take place seldom

Feel contended
And never get offended
As no assistance is rendered
Things turn against and play as not dreamed

I weave a nest
Where require no tests
Just pick straws
And build in rows

It has an importance
If build once
There are no directional doors
But vast space with open floors

So feel good
With whatever you have understood
It is forgotten soon
But makes strong season

(C) @ Hasmukh Mehta