Further Troubles Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There is no bad or good
This concept has been well understood
How our mind and heart sychroinsies!
That shall decide quantum of doses

Thoughts often emerge as an inspiration
When scene is looked around with indication
We never think of writing bad or good script
It is inside the mind as basic instinct

If life is meant to be always in sorrow
Take it granted that you are unprepared for tomorrow
That shall be taken as doom's day
We shall be simply trapped in human way

Smell the flowers in natural way
Their fragrance is unique in all the ways
It has hidden messages for people to feel
All people must think high and keep vigil

Well, my pen shall blaze sun
I shall never try to run
But stick to what is possible
Without inviting further troubles