In My Own Camp Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am refugee in my own camp
Surrounded by barbed wires search lamps
Not a bird can enter and sing at will
All are aimed at to discourage me and kill

I have been put into black dungeon
Where not even stranger is allowed to come on
To ask about my well being and turn as well wisher
I am afraid that storm may unleash and not wither

I am coward and afraid of facing the truth
It may be my weakness and wouldn’t want to go through
I have suffered mental shock at deception
Even though I was doubtful since its inception

How far one can dare to enter into relationship?
How long one can expect smooth passage for the ship?
I think so long trust prevails and honesty does not deceive
The heart and mind synchronize to beats and receive

I was well deceived into believing this
I wanted everything to go well and made no miss
Every time I prayed for its long existence
Took full care not to pass a bad word or sentence

Yet the inevitable took place and I am shattered
Whole of my conception stand completely altered
I have shut myself in the prison having high walls
I refuse to take fresh air and even including calls

I want small hole in prison wall
From where only little ray can fall
This will be my last hope but chances may not be zero
Life has put me in tight spot and proved as flop hero