Never Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Never

What do I say about?
While facing route
And feeling roughness
How do I come to you and express?

If I say I am poor!
That shall be unfair
Did life did not offer?
Certainly it did but I did not run after

I have no regret
And may not even attempt
To curse the events
As shown or sent

Life has all steep heights
Some scale and some get
With all that they had dreamed
It is all success as assumed

So I sit in corner
And presume later
Think about shining feature
And curse or praise never