Hill top
On green grass near hill top sat one poet
Seized with serious thought but very quiet
He was lean and thin but on simple diet
He mastered an art in composing the duet
He had masterly skill but not looking smart
Thoughts were slowly entering part by part
It was not age of cars but small wheeled cart
This was only refuge where he had very good start
He wondered at God’s beautiful creation
Was it not serving right place for recreation?
Who has time for observation and thinking?
Hated and killing with moral slowly sinking
Will my simple creation serve the purpose?
If not serving well then what should I suppose?
Should I leave it to fate and continue?
Offer something concrete with ideas new
No one took notice of his presence
His presence on ground was not of any essence
This provided him peaceful and congenial atmosphere
Long vision, right decision with new sphere
He had hardly any means to go on
Paucity of funds and nothing of his own
Poor parent forcing to forgo and ready to disown
He determined to continue to achieve literary crown
Luck would have its way and he joined the college
Intelligent students welcomed him and joined as colleague
Literature was his ambition and brotherhood as an aim
So much to offer and nothing to claim
“No sir, this is not what poet thought in mind”
Professor turned back with gesture unkind
How can you say this is not exactly the meaning?
“I am the same poet who composed and had simple leaning”
This was shot in arm for newcomer and student
He had many ups and down in the freedom movement
Consolidated gain with slow and steady pace
Created position keeping others enough space
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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