Out Of Race Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was fortunate
And I can proudly relate
We came near
And promised to bear

All kinds of pain
And remain
Together
Forever

It was true resolve
To solve
The life's mystery
With blessings from an almighty

I used to wonder
And offer
With open mind
And even remaining blind

The time and place is changed
Whole of belonging is mismanaged
We are drifting away
With resolve not to meet in anyway

Something has gone wrong
The person was eager to run for song
Now he has turned off the face
Opting out of race