Position Held Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is unique and exciting to look back
When so much happiness left behind and at stake
I feel elated and life comes to full swing
As if I have become powerful with strong wings

I look around with hungry eyes
So many people have made earnest try
I have reached a stage where I feel no shy
With so much joy my eyes become joy and I simply cry

It is some sort of self appeasement
Heavy down pour wishes along with sentiments
I wish and waned to move among competitive world
Feeling self assured with crowing glory yet so much cold

I have no urge to appeal anyone
There will be some special man
Who will come rushing to me with nice proposal?
I eagerly watch and wait for its arrival

'What an exciting eyes with glitter? ' read golden letters
The letter was hurled under the door shutters
I could not sustain happiness at simple praise
I was given respect from someone amidst hostile chase

It is nice to feel and enjoy when everything is fulfilled
Every stage has passed through happiness and no wishes are killed
I am quite happy at what I am and what it should have been
Many come forward with praise and say' gorgeous you look on the scene'

I still hunt for those eyes who really want to find
My secret ambition and aspects hidden behind
I stare at proposal but keep quiet with little smile
Life moves on as usual as it involves no style

I am confident enough to know people
They can come near but can cause to trouble
As I am fully armed with impregnable shield
Position so much vulnerable but firmly held