In Mad Chase Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

In mad chase

How come flower emerges?
With petals open and influences
Our eyes focus on its beauty
And straight away thank the almighty

So we are no one to feel proud
And speak loud
With arrogance
And angry stance

You are product of dirty land
Not washed but formed
In the shape of human being
To be either poor or king

So think twice
Before feeling nice
What do you owe to mankind?
Hatred or life to lead as blind

Knell down for his mercy
And say daily
"O God" we are thankful
For your act of being not revengeful

We commit daily some devilish acts
And still deny the fact
Is it not the stupid show of thanklessness?
Let us not involve in mad chase