All Alone But Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

All alone but
Friday,15th Oct 2021

All alone
the hot winds mercilessly blown
I moved with a mind of my own
with total illusion

it was a poetical journey
with the blessings from an almighty
to search for a companion
who could see in me a vision

with no sight of a logical goal
I called upon a journal
to with a clear insight
with a resolve to fight

it had a tremendous response
with encouraging correspondence
removing my tense stage
and helped me to manage

poetry is a journey
with a murky view of
life's experience
expressed into the sentence

it has a magical swing
that brings
total rapport
with the reader's mind and reports

if you can create an impression
and build delicate human relation
believe me, it is not an imagination
but a total reflection of divine angle

poetry flows like river water
and dilutes dirt in the river
it has purity content
that absorbs hatred and presents peace

it has music
with human basis
to smile when in a good mood
and cry when nothing is understood

we may have a different approach
but to reach
at the harmonious level
it augurs well

life is unpredictable
but easily understandable
if it causes no trouble
and makes us no struggle

consider one thing
it has something like
a special factor
to act you as a stage actor

nothing counts
but only mounts a pressure
to stand amidst all as simple man
wanting to have a quality of human

man, poet or writer
it has no meaning here
if it ends up as life spent
and the flower doesn't smelt

Journey ends with honour
if you countered
all the hurdles
and come out victorious in the struggle

you may plan something
but write nothing
don't translate life's work
and end up with silent words

if you can influence
the people around at once
you have gained the chance
and showed your stance

You can face the entire world
even if not told about the hard rocks
you have a full energy in your stock
that shall rock the entire world

I wish to he finish the journey
with INSSEI* journal
with the total commitment
and present my poetical views
people may forget your name

Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt
World poet laureate