Ill Will Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life has no meaning if two ends can not be met
It can be termed as cruel joke or fate
The struggle should not be for square meal
One should always think before taking meal and feel

If you are fortunate
Then pray god and comfortably relate
Spare some portion of income for needy
This will wipe out the image of greedy

“God does not allow any one to sleep hungry” legend says
The insect like ant and giant like elephant too are shown mercy
They get enough for their survival and future
So no one in fact should die of hunger

This is blot on humanity
One has enough and plenty
On the other side people starve
Even rich man’s dog have plenty

Poverty brings bad name to nation
People make taunts in international relation
As ill wealth invites down fall
The poverty really creates ill will