Mehta Poems | Examples

Just Another Day

Birthday
Special day

Day we reckon as special
Deviate from normal 

Indulge in celebration
Spotlighting attention

None in Nature ever celebrates 
All perform their usual duties

Stars, Sun, Moon, Trees, Rivers, Hills 
All Wonders, none yearns for wishes 

Birth, Death ends of same spectrum 
Life in between is real celebration

Celebrate moments with gratitude 
Wish well, help others gain altitude

Birthday
Just another day
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- Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Welcome New Year

See your Intuition
Smell your Potential
Touch your Emotions
Taste your Experience
Unbox true calling
Harvest Greatness Internally


Set boundaries
Keep toxic persons, place outside
Optimise energy, resources, time
Scale up ideas, self-belief 
Set realistic goals 
Achieve with passion, conviction 
Harvest Greatness Externally
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Dr Hitendra Mehta, India, ????

Be a Tree

No Tree 
is possessive of its own fruit
When ripe, tree lets it go 
If plucked, it doesn't stop
It weathers all weathers
till it looses life 
to calamity or deforestation 

No human 
should be possessive of Knowledge 
Knowledge is akin to fruit of one's effort
Let it go, share fully, half-way is unlike tree
Absorb criticism see good in it 
Nurse quest, gain wisdom
Serve humanity, till life departs
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India

I feel not like meeting you - III

I once wished your praises to pen
O in our exclusive love den,
But most of such dreams—nine of ten,
Oh, buried were ere they began.

Poems are now bereft of words,
Our den, nestled by no more birds,
Before blossoming died have buds,
There’s no alibi to meet you.

I tried to distill me from me, 
To filter my fair will from me, 
And go uphill along with you,
Alas, it’s too late to meet you.

There’s darkness under a lamp
All undergrounds far too damp,
Now that I’m used to my camp,
It’s too late O to meet you.

I once wished brightness of Sun,
All shadows in life to shun,
From very Self I now run,
It’s too late O to meet you.

Flowers have lost old fragrance,
From steps hast gone usual dance,
Betwixt us two, no romance,
Far too late O to meet you.

I still carry old tuneless harp,
Old memories no longer sharp,
With life’s mixed-up woof and warp,
I wish no more to meet you.
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Inspired by a Gujarati Poem by Rishabh Mehta
Quatrains (rhyme and refrain) |06.03.2024| lost love

Doctor Ram Mehta

what a great poet!
please, read his poems again
Doctor Ram Mehta

Zebra

Zebras 
are bestowed
Black-n-white 
striped coats 
by Nature
to help them
confuse predators 
keep horse flies away 
But, it also makes them
more vulnerable
most recognisable 
mammal even
from long distance !

Humans 
are not bestowed
with unique identity 
which can stand out 
Humans have to earn
their own Stripes of
Character, Values, 
Integrity, Sincerity
to be recognisable 
irrespective of distance

Humans 
have picked up idea 
of Zebra Crossing 
from dazzling distinctive
stripes of Zebra 
to create safe 
crossing of roads
and avert accidents

Humans 
have not given 
anything befitting
to Zebras in return
Humans have 
put them in zoo
hunted them down
for exotic trophies ! 

Height of Irony 
Zebra, wild animal 
gives life saving idea
Human, tame animal
acts worst than animal 
confines, kills Zebras
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Refugee's Not Aliens

Refugees
Not aliens, once citizens
reduced to Stateless beings
Not because of own making
On run as find life simmering
due to anarchy set afire
by mindless Power bearers
Womb of their myopic terror
sans umbilical cord giving birth
to orphan refugees on Mother Earth

Refugees 
ignored by 
Heartless Progressive tribes 
some busy in fun trip to Mars 
some  listed as Forbes billionaire 
some relishing edible gold powder
some using gilted commodes,cars 
while refugee families live in fear
in temporary abodes near border
sans food, clothes, clean water 

Refugees
ensnared pawn in crossfire 
beart brunt, while killers 
of Refugee's Nationality
aren't probed, booked, jailed ! 
Lady Justice stands blindfolded 
Scales tilted against Refugees
Sword not chopping cruelty gross
Killers of Refugee's identity 
roaming scot-free with impunity 

Refugees 
man-made menace
pose a great challenge
Society should ensure
none is made to flee 
as after effects are grave
Refugee can turn bad apple
rotting full basket of Humanity 
shaming HIS Creativity
humiliating HIS Divinity
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Imperfection Nature's Way

Imperfection
is Nature's way
Look at trees, rivers
mountains, valleys 
None are perfect 
All asymmetrical 
Each varies from 
other in own tribe 

Imperfection 
to perfection
fetish is weird
if it's fine tuning 
of non-essence
Little Imperfection 
with purposeful ending
will have podium landing
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Antidote To Alzheimer

Hobby
is latent gene
Few explore
Many ignore 

Hobby
not pastime leisure
it's undervalued
battery recharger

Hobby
of painting
I rekindled 
in COVID 

Painted 385 artwork
during lockdown
while world was 
grumpy of isolation

Painted from
Two hospital wards
Leaving Doctors amused
Never finding me scared 

Hobby
Identify, Cultivate 
When busy to core
Handy when you retire 

Hobby 
Remember 
best antidote 
to Alzheimer
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Backbencher Polymath

Was Backbencher 
Academics Top Ranker 
Sports Medal Winner 
Dramas ace Performer 

Backbencher Teachers pain 
Not all dimwits and vain 
Real life, celebrity genes in vein 
Adept user of Left, Right Brain

For pranks often punished 
Outside class, when I stood 
Am not stupid, mind brooded 
Am Polymath, briefly muted 
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

PS : The words are Reality of my School days, presented in poetic way. Have received Awards for Polymath attribute.

Refugee's Not Aliens

Refugees
Not aliens, once citizens
reduced to Stateless beings
Not because of own making
On run as find life simmering
due to anarchy set afire
by mindless Power bearers
Womb of their myopic terror
sans umbilical cord giving birth
to orphan refugees on Mother Earth

Refugees 
ignored by 
Heartless Progressive tribes 
some busy in fun trip to Mars 
some  listed as Forbes billionaire 
some relishing edible gold powder
some using gilted commodes,cars 
while refugee families live in fear
in temporary abodes near border
sans food, clothes, clean water 

Refugees
ensnared pawn in crossfire 
beart brunt, while killers 
of Refugee's Nationality
aren't probed, booked, jailed ! 
Lady Justice stands blindfolded 
Scales tilted against Refugees
Sword not chopping cruelty gross
Killers of Refugee's identity 
roaming scot-free with impunity 

Refugees 
man-made menace
pose a great challenge
Society should ensure
none is made to flee 
as after effects are grave
Refugee can turn bad apple
rotting full basket of Humanity 
shaming HIS Creativity
humiliating HIS Divinity
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Human Worst Than Tree

Seed dies to give birth to tree
Tree yields fruit, fruit carries seed
Seed - Tree - Fruit - Seed
Cycle consummates 
Nature legacy elongates 
Death at one stage 
introduces identical Life 
Keeping divine design intact 

Humans do not die 
while bringing in new life 
Gives birth, nurses, nurtures
New one bears same physicality 
Not necessarily Human Values 
Sinners kick out from saintly womb  
Human Legacy Tree worst than Nature's Tree 
Pious sperm catapulting in Criminal human
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Meditation

Eyes closed 
Eyes inwards
Thoughts drifted
Let them pass by 
No reaction
No evaluation 
Just Aware 
As witness 

Kept gaze on
Chakra points
Felt energy moving
Tried coherence 
Between Mind-Heart 
Tried to synchronise
Thoughts of Mind 
With Hearts Feel 
Felt Heartbeats 
Felt I am alive 

Transported 
In bliss Garden 
Felt like staying there
But Mind revolted
Opened Eyes
But did not move 
Unwise to drop 
Meditative state abruptly 
Gradually descended 
Amidst Earthly objects 
Felt more calm
Found all same as me 
Oneness in all
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Hail Farmer Deity

Fantasy ...

Farmer chills
even on heap of chillies
After all, chilles are his babies
he nursed, made it ready for dishes 

Harvest joy, no less than a winner 
Time to voyage in blissful orbiter
Not as a toiling Farmer 
But as a harvesting Emperor 

Reality ...

Though deity of food, fodder
Farmers, unaware of own future 
Will crop be meager or bumper?
Will his efforts satiate hunger of poor?

Hail Deity of arable land treasure 
Prioritise resolving issues of farmer 
Else, Deity may curse in different manner
May quit farming, trigger epidemic hunger 
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????

Help

Oh, poor heart, why are you in so much pain?
Why do you take this heart ache, when someone who you know is in pain.

Someone's sleepless nights, someone's despair,
The heart bleeds when fate punishes someone so unfair.

Although people know and sympathize with the misery,
the helping hands, close friends and relatives vanish in a hurry.

Oh lord, how can I ignore such pain even when I am struggling to survive?
The poor heart will feel better thinking it helped someone's will to survive.

Whether happy or unhappy, I sing Narasinh Mehta's song,
"One who is human, knows the pain of others,
Does good to others who are in misery, 
and does not let pride enter his or her mind"

Narasinh Mehta – 17th Century Indian poet

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