Simple Feeling Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Simple feeling

I become suspicious
As wrote by writer famous
The world may vanish from the map
"Oh, so sad" I whispered to self then "let us tap the sources"

Not material one
But simple relation
Where we can meet and enjoy
Talk freely and spend time with joy

How in childhood I used to mingle
With boys from middle class
Even though I belonged to same category
We were called traders but living in poverty

We had nothing in mind
Crystal clear approach and kind to each others
No one talked of race or cast
We were mixing so fast

We had games of simple nature
"Gilli danda"* one handy stick and one small in nature
We had dug little space on ground
The game was really found interesting

The player may send the wooden piece as far as possible
The other players may try to get him out and put team in trouble
It was poor people's game
But we had no shame to play sincerely

Gilli Danda: - game of wooden sticks