I Shall Search Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am saddened
Often imagined
Is it really strained?
The coolness still maintained

“I am in quiet mood” you expressed
So casual to be understood
It chased me by so many miles
I was amused meanwhile

Well, so are the strange ways
Sometimes it pushes you away
To the corner of isolation
Not really threatening with relation

I feel really bad
There is nothing more to add
I must bear and get ready for exile
I fear how shall I adjust to such style?

My soul rings different
I believe in present
I must not bell the anxiety
Let it be left to almighty

Let someone coolly sit
Over the heap of fire and lit
A candle for bright light
The way must open for real sight

I shall search peace within
As turbulent period I have seen
It is irksome to miss someone
If that is so precious and dear one