A Worry For Homeless Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why I don’t worry about homeless?
Why do I roam aimlessly and careless?
I have nothng to show on face
You won’t find any regret or trace

I have enough to last long
I hope nothing goes wrong
It shall remain same forever
I have full safety with cover

This is thinking of common man
He is contended with as human
He hasn’t come across the pain and agony
Hw hasn’t seen the horrible plight of many

I would love to be among them
No use to criticize or anything to frame
It is not created by destiny alone
This conclusion is far off gone

What can we think of lessening the plight?
We may start with few from the right?
It may not affect the scenerio even slight
It is to be in context of the light

Can we not provide one homeless a cover?
Can we not provide at least drinking water?
This may certainly be the human gesture
I see at the end a lovely and bright future

You may find the satisfaction of unqiue kind
It is not the quantum provided to a simple blind
It may be generous feeling that is appreciably found
See the result when you happen to make a round

Millions may find smile on the face
There won’t be bitterness among the race
The poor may be called poor always
We need tocome out of doorways

Can we not remove that sorrowful state?
Has that come to them out of fate?
Do they deserve no sympathy and only hate?
Rush if you can to their help without getting late