Continuous Move Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love and use the tool
Else it may make you fool
At the nick of the time, it shall desert
You will know then it was not real part

Yes, life must move on
Body may remain right if you stroll
Walk in morning with fresh air intake
Life shall be cheerful and not remain at sake

Even machines need continuous use
If not used it may halt and refuse
To move out with total failure
One must strive hard and make it sure

Yes moving object is healthy
The person who rotates money is called wealthy
Even water smells if stored for more times
Knowledge too gets rusted if not utilized from time to time

Nothing should come to grinding halt
Even thought it may be nobody’s fault
It must be brought back on move
The hurdle must be removed immediately

Love to work with means
Those are available to win
Only good efforts change the scene
The misery in life will never be seen