Top Of The World Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

If you ask sincerely about my wish
I would certainly say that I wish the day to finish
With whatever I could do for livelihood
Whether with means clearly understood or not

'Hello dear good night and happy sweet dreams'
Sun may slowly disappear and end its rays beam
Dead night may slowly approach with calm and peace
Nothing to think about and finally relax at ease

I love to be in the arms of sweet dream queen
Even though I daily wait for sun to end soon
So as to reach with no worries and get lost
No extra amount to pay and absolutely at no cost

This is only arena where no one restricts
No order of any such kind emerges or instructs
You are the master and can choose any one you like
No worry lines or unhappiness ever strikes

I will find my self on big bed with rose petals
With all beautiful attendants ready to serve on arrival
I shall look at them with pride and satisfaction
Any one could think of me as foolish person in action

I have thought number of times about such tendency
Why do we rely upon unreality and try to deny?
Bare and naked fact that hunts us through out
We then take refuge in dreams and talk nothing about

It is nice to have dreams and feel top of the world
It is equally good to rule over domain and remain in fold
Yet some of the matters need solution in day time
Nights are only meant to relax not to work over time

Next day I would laugh it out as mere repetition
About sequences that I had faced as burning questions
Here I was ruling as single man and taking fast decisions
Where as in real life I remained inactive with confusion

We have no control over night as it 'no more' syndrome
You are actually dead in silence and gone
Everything is taking place in dead mind
Where person enjoys and never fears to find