At Some Mercy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life has turned sore
We need to explore
Another way
For peaceful stay

Greed has been our enemy
That has ruined many
Overnight we want to be successful
Without passing through fateful passage

Life and people are same
Only we don’t feel shame
We commit crime and claim as human being
Bu do nothing for peaceful environment to bring

“More and more”
That is the goal we seek and run after
It is proving mirage
Mere illusory phase on page

Life can’t be painful
It can be unsuccessful
Needing more efforts
Than done little short

Yes, we are made of clay
So will have to stay
At some mercy
From the will of an almighty