Makes One Lonely Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Makes one lonely

Strong wind also slows down
When all tendencies calm of own
There is no force for uprooting trees
It is simply freeing from rage

So even if you have everything
And has mastered the tact to bring
Everything at disposal
Still he is weak individual

He feels alone
And only one
To face loneliness
With sadness on face

The thought strikes
With nothingness
And futility of material gain
It causes sudden pain

Why do we struggle?
And compare with people
Who have palaces and treasures?
It generates mad chase

When you feel about real purpose
You have no choice
But to feel not worthy of past activities
You are feeling some inutility