Final Refuge Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Final refuge
Tuesday,25th February 2020

The sky seemed hollow
its vast horizon did not allow
to go beyond
and find a divine pond

where I could take sacred dip
and successfully keep
confined to the love's magic
and realize its magic

you entered my life
when it was full of strife
with no means to curb the agitation
that was raging mind for relation

where was I so far?
why could not I sight the star?
I felt "better late than never"
The real life was here

what did she give to me?
the peaceful zone totally free
from worries and tense atmosphere
inviting me to think and lead sans fear

Hasmukh Mehta