A Free Hand Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have alloweed free hand to friends
As they stand by and beautiful messages always send
What do they try to prove me as an individual?
It is real feeling and not casual

There is still something hidden in heart
I fear somethiung may happen at the start
Will they come on my way and obstruct?
Will they unnecessarily advise and instruct?

I am so much attached to their presence
I sometimes do miss their absence
Is it true feeling wth its essence?
They relieve my pain when I am so much tense

This is one aspect and rules the scene
I wish to continue and am very keen
But I have some other priorities too
They are equally inportant and true

I feel it may detract my steps
Their atachmenet may prove as trap
It will be hinderence to what I think
It may take me down and sink

I can’t allow them to cross my way
They should reasonably kept away
I have clear perception in mind
I may go positively for it to find

It may leave some bad remark
But I got to over come and embark
I will have to separate frienship and ship
I am the only person to sail or dip

It may prove hazardous or smooth
It may still speak the truth
This was purely my humble adventure
I had set it and seen the future

I may go down or sail through
Friends may try to rescue too
It will be still called a personal victory
I shall be able to raise the head without feeling sorry