Human Sorrows Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Human sorrows
May not remain tomorrow
It may vanish with bright sun
Darkness will soon be on run

So take it as temporary
You may ask why it is necessary.
The real value is known
Only after you experience and own

Life is made of moving sentiments
Of happiness and resentment
Sometimes sunny sky and sometimes with darkness
The face always remains tense with ability to chase

Love the way life moulds
Listen to words even they try to scold
There may be hidden blessings
Night may soon turn into morning

Do not feel sad about long shade
It may shorten as day progresses
The heat may even increase
To put you not at ease

So face the situation
As it may not have same continuation
It is likely to change
As season do or age

Try to feel always good
The message mist be understood
Who ever has taken birth?
Must leave one day this beautiful earth