Stone At Tree Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I threw the stone at tree
Fruit fell down and came in hand as free
What a gesture by dead object?
Compassionate and liberal act

What did I not know yet?
The reaction from it was coming very late
I threw stone in ponds
Few round of noble thoughts turned round

What did it convey to me in person?
Waves after waves were reaching me with some reasons
It was not a simple dropp but bomb shell
Mind was not at ease and nothing was going well

Why all natural objects react in favorable way?
Why they don’t protect in turn it away
Nature is meant to be tolerant and generous
That is why they are known and very famous

I thought several times over abuses hurled
Brought down the spirit of noble person and muffled
What good it did when some one was especially hurt?
Why could I not stop tirade and help it to convert?

Let the bitterness go away from human mind?
No one has ever got peace or little bit find
It has lead to outrage and new additions
No improvement in relations but only deterioration

It needs little change
For that we need not wait for considerable age
It can be done with little gesture
Just simplicity with actions very pure