I Speak Of Peace Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I speak of peace
But life is spent with unease
Always mad chase
With worries on face

I want to lead
To be recognized and widely read
It is nearly impossible
As life is full of struggle

I shall go on with logic
As this one forms simple basic
Human life is full of misery
No one should feel about it with sorry

I earnestly pray
For almighty to spread sway
Fill human hearts with passion
To build kind and cordial relation